So my heart's fondest hope has been slighted,
Ev'ry joy has been stolen from me.
I am drooping, am with'ring, am blighted;
But the wreck of life shattered you see.
Never more shall the sun by its brightness
Illumine my dark gloomy fate;
Nor can peace to my spirit bring lightness,
For he comes to this bosom too late."
Now to scatter the gloom
Which pervaded the room,