TO MRS. L———.
Lady, if hope's bright ray
Deceive thee with its beam,
If life's joys melt away
Like love's first witching dream,
If all earth's tender ties
Have from thy heart been riven,
Look up beyond the skies—
To tenderer ties in heaven.
Deceive thee with its beam,
If life's joys melt away
Like love's first witching dream,
If all earth's tender ties
Have from thy heart been riven,
Look up beyond the skies—
To tenderer ties in heaven.
If all the buds of earth,
That promised early bloom,
Have perished in their birth
Like beauty in the tomb,
If love hath seared thy heart,
A glorious hope is given,
Which soothes affliction's smart—
There's purer love in heaven.
That promised early bloom,
Have perished in their birth
Like beauty in the tomb,
If love hath seared thy heart,
A glorious hope is given,
Which soothes affliction's smart—
There's purer love in heaven.
