And made me heir to all his property.
"But what is treasure but a gilded toy?
The wounded spirit never can enjoy
Its hollow pomp, which ne'er can satisfy
The craving heart (where hope bloomed but to die).
Yes, ev'ry tie which bound to earth had flown,
And I seemed left forsaken and alone;
The guiding star which cheered me with its light
Had, sinking, left me overwhelmed with night.
Years past, but still my feelings were the same,