Poems.
21
No cloud had passed athwart thy brow,
Thy young heart knew no grief;
A favorite of all wert thou,
But thy brilliant course was brief.
A change came o'er thee; and thy soul
Bent 'neath the heavy stroke:
Thou hadst not reached thy destined goal,
Ere thy buoyant spirits broke.
Thy young heart knew no grief;
A favorite of all wert thou,
But thy brilliant course was brief.
A change came o'er thee; and thy soul
Bent 'neath the heavy stroke:
Thou hadst not reached thy destined goal,
Ere thy buoyant spirits broke.
Thy fortune scattered to the wind,
On disappointment's wings,
Left not a single wreck behind
Some little joy to bring.
In that dark hour when sorrows prest
Upon thy bleeding heart,
When thy fond soul in grief was drest,
Did friendship act its part?
On disappointment's wings,
Left not a single wreck behind
Some little joy to bring.
In that dark hour when sorrows prest
Upon thy bleeding heart,
When thy fond soul in grief was drest,
Did friendship act its part?
Friendship and Fortune blended are
With an unbroken chain;
A heartless and a fickle pair,
Too often yield but pain.
And when adversity had prest
Around thy pathway here,
Friendship no longer soothed thy breast,
But left thee lone and drear.
With an unbroken chain;
A heartless and a fickle pair,
Too often yield but pain.
And when adversity had prest
Around thy pathway here,
Friendship no longer soothed thy breast,
But left thee lone and drear.
