Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Stanzas (They tell me that her cheek is pale)
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STANZAS.
They tell me that her cheek is pale, Her eyes have lost their brightness;Her lips have not that ruby hue, Her spirit 's lost their lightness.
Her brow wears not that sunny smile, Which shed a halo 'round her;The clouds of sorrow have awhile In their embraces bound her.
Oh! may the grief that shrouds her mind Soon be dispelled forever;And in the future, may she find Bright joys, unfading ever.
But as we journey on life's way, We taste of joy and sorrow;And though it be so dark to-day, It may be bright to-morrow.