Reflection sharpened still the cruel smart,
With each springing thought was bitterer than the last,
See the sun sets in splendour, but ling'ringly strews
On the sky, on the river, his richesst of hue!
So the rose and the violet, kind in decay,
Leave their fragrance, when beauty has withered away.
So obstinate goes back, like myriads more. . . . . . . ,
And memory, thou perfume of happiness flown !
Thou sun-tinted cloud when the day-star is gone !
Thou still hast a charm the lorn bosom that cheers,
A charm that we court, thou we bathe it with tears.
O, gentle shade! From earth too quickly passed!
Here yet our sun, who watched the dawning light,
Declining to the ocean that sinks in night,
And we! Who would have loved ... to our last,
Of ebbing life, and pillowed on the chest,
Had less relunctant languished in decay,
Am doomed through clouded hours to weep our way..
Where art thou now ? O whither art thou gone ?
Freind ! Sister ! Soothed of each vexing care,
Which on life journey now we bear alone !
If thou canst listen to our anguished prayer,
Come once again and tell us thou art blest,
Ere wildering greif shedding twice night on us,
We miss the followiing way, vainly lamenting the...
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