Care had no weight, and poverty no smart;
He was the treasure of my soul, the idol of my heart!
Time roused me slowly from my golden dream,
Love, born in smiles, survived to mourn in tears;
Earth’s brightest blessings are not what they seem;
Beneath the sober influence of years
Fancy’s gay blossoms fade, and truth appears.
When word or frown impatient care betrayed,
My wounded soul could not disguise her fears
That now my lord with colder feelings weighed