oh, I would be alone!
Each blossom blush a deeper hue,
As if it felt a gladness too,
And perfumed zephyrs, hovering high,
Lend a sweet fragrance to the sky,
Where the light clouds fantastic play,
Rejoicing in the bright array.
Oh! then the weary heart may feel
A calm enjoyance o'er it steal,
Blessing all nature fair and bright,
That thus can make the lone heart light,
Chasing each sad and glistening tear,
Hushing the voice of every fear.
Oh! then the heart may muse away
The memory of each sad dismay,
And o'er the future fondly gaze,
While hope on hope we onward raise.
Each cherished thought of coming joy
Is one bright promise—no alloy
To wake the charm of that sweet dream,
Gliding along life's fitful stream,
Dancing in sunshine, till the mind
Is lost, is dazzled, far behind,
As if it felt a gladness too,
And perfumed zephyrs, hovering high,
Lend a sweet fragrance to the sky,
Where the light clouds fantastic play,
Rejoicing in the bright array.
Oh! then the weary heart may feel
A calm enjoyance o'er it steal,
Blessing all nature fair and bright,
That thus can make the lone heart light,
Chasing each sad and glistening tear,
Hushing the voice of every fear.
Oh! then the heart may muse away
The memory of each sad dismay,
And o'er the future fondly gaze,
While hope on hope we onward raise.
Each cherished thought of coming joy
Is one bright promise—no alloy
To wake the charm of that sweet dream,
Gliding along life's fitful stream,
Dancing in sunshine, till the mind
Is lost, is dazzled, far behind,
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