ON LEAVING PINE COTTAGE.
When our bosoms were lightest,
And day-dreams were brightest,
The gay vision melted away;
By sorrow ’twas shaded,
Too quickly it faded;
How transient its halcyon sway!
From my heart would you sever,
(Harsh fate!) and forever,
The friends who to life gave a charm,
What oblivion effaces
Fond mem’ry retraces,
And pictures each well-beloved form.
Some accent well known,
Some melodious tone,
Through my bosom like witchery shed,
Shall awake the sad sigh,
To the hours gone by,
And the friends, like a fairy dream, fled.
Long remembrance shall treasure
Those moments of pleasure,
When time flew unheeded away;
Joy’s light skiff was near us,
Hope ventured to steer us,
And brighten our path with her ray.
’Neath her luminous beam,
Our spirits were closely entwined;
What are joys of the bowl
To this calm flow of soul,
This heavenly mingling of mind?
Pure Friendship was there
With celestial air,
Her cestus around us she threw;
“Be united,” she cried,
“Ne’er may discord divide
A union so blissful and true.”
But those hours are past,
They were too bright to last;
Joyous moments but seldom are given,
That man may be taught,
Worldly pleasures are naught,—
True happiness dwells but in Heaven.
1822. E. P. K.