A RETROSPECT.
Oh! heart, pray still thy throbbing,
Bend, heart, but do not break,
Life hath its noble duty,
Its sacrifice to make.
Bend, heart, but do not break,
Life hath its noble duty,
Its sacrifice to make.
Oh! heart, the days are dreary,
The glory of thy youth,
Hath with the violets faded,
Once emblems of thy truth.
The glory of thy youth,
Hath with the violets faded,
Once emblems of thy truth.
But the scent of wildering roses,
Steals o'er thy senses still,
And Memory doth bring thee,
Thy childhood visions still.
Steals o'er thy senses still,
And Memory doth bring thee,
Thy childhood visions still.
Thine idols all have perished,
Oh! heart, when fondest grown,
The love thou held'st the dearest,
Grew cold as winter's snow.
Oh! heart, when fondest grown,
The love thou held'st the dearest,
Grew cold as winter's snow.
Thou can'st not bring thy childhood back,
Its music and its bloom,
Nor call the love thou gavest,
From out its silent tomb.
Its music and its bloom,
Nor call the love thou gavest,
From out its silent tomb.
