Where are now the Hopes I Cherished?
Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, publishers of the music.
Where are now the hopes I cherish’d?
Where the joys that once were mine?
Gone forever—all have perish’d,
And the blighter’s hand was thine!
Look upon me, and remember
Thy Norma ere she was betray’d;
Look again, and look exulting,
On the ruin thou hast made;
Look again, and look exulting,
On the ruin thou hast made.
Canst thou think, as thou dost listen
To thy children’s artless songs,
Of that moment when their fond hearts,
First shall feel their mother’s wrongs?
Ha! thou shrinkest like the lightning,
To thy bosom fell remorse shall dart,
And thou yet shall know the anguish
Which hath broken my poor heart;
And thou yet shall know the anguish
Which hath broken my poor heart.