Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Remembrance
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REMEMBRANCE.
They think that I've forgot
Those long departed hours;
That memory's found a blot
Within her hidden bowers.
Those long departed hours;
That memory's found a blot
Within her hidden bowers.
They deem that time has healed
The wound so long since made;
That lapse of years hath steeled
My heart to sorrow's shade.
The wound so long since made;
That lapse of years hath steeled
My heart to sorrow's shade.
'The cold world thinks the while,
My soul hath lost its smart;
That 'neath a careless smile
There beats a happy heart.
My soul hath lost its smart;
That 'neath a careless smile
There beats a happy heart.
'T is true my face may wear
A dress of sunny glee,
My brow may often bear
A mild serenity;
A dress of sunny glee,
My brow may often bear
A mild serenity;
My lips may join the laugh,
My spirits seem like air,
But yet my soul doth quaff
Deep—deep remembrance there
My spirits seem like air,
But yet my soul doth quaff
Deep—deep remembrance there
Oh! no I've not forgot
Those fond hours of gladness;
Memory can know no blot,
Though tinged with sadness.
Those fond hours of gladness;
Memory can know no blot,
Though tinged with sadness.