Poems (Smith)/The Heart's Affection
THE HEART'S AFFECTION.
Oh, do not chill the heart's affection; Crush it not, but let it bloom And blossom ever, lest dejection Upon us fall and bring us gloom.
Guard the heart, and do not wonder; Love, though buried in disguise, If once rudely torn asunder, Sadly, slowly, but surely dies.
The freshness of the heart is buried; Lost and gone is love's young dream; The beauty of the being perish'd, With nought of joy doth life e'er teem.
Moving on in lone deep sadness, Life's trials will with us remain; While on this earth no more of gladness Will brighten life; but leave us pain.
Chills the heart-pulse beating ever; Earthly hope forever fled; Life's sun will now soon set forever, And we lie sleeping with the dead.
Oh, then, guard this tender feeling, Ere 'tis lost in darkest gloom; When the fond heart is love revealing, Oh, send it not to early doom.
Oft from thoughtlessness of feeling Many a cherish'd loved one's idol Passes from us where no weeping Fills the heart ne'er given in bridal.
There to meet,—await the coming Of the cherish'd love forbidden; Hearts will answer those so loving If not on earth will unite in Heaven.