Poems (Smith)/Lonely Musings
LONELY MUSINGS.
I'm sitting alone this twilight hour,
While thinking of the past.
Once was mine a beautiful bovver,
And I a merry country lass.
It reminds us of our youth again,
When pleasure led the way;
While I so happy to remain
In my father's cot by day.
When pleasure led the way;
While I so happy to remain
In my father's cot by day.
From morn till eve the sweetest sound
Of a happy, joyous life;
The ringing laugh ere did resound,
Ne'er marred by bitter strife.
Of a happy, joyous life;
The ringing laugh ere did resound,
Ne'er marred by bitter strife.
The twilight hours are now as bright,
But there cometh no happy sound
To fill the heart with fond delight,
And with true joy rebound.
But there cometh no happy sound
To fill the heart with fond delight,
And with true joy rebound.
God's mysteries we may never know,
Or why he doth afflict;
We only know 'tis ever so,
And our Father who directs.
Or why he doth afflict;
We only know 'tis ever so,
And our Father who directs.
Only for a time this strife,
Then this brief life will be o'er;
And we shall find eternal life
On yon bright heavenly shore.
Then this brief life will be o'er;
And we shall find eternal life
On yon bright heavenly shore.