Oh! brightly yet the star of hope
Sends forth its radiant beams,
And sweetly yet the voice of love
In friendly welcome gleams.
Then raise thy tear-bedimméd eyes,
And call its bounty down;
Which, if in faith ye seek, will flow,
And all thy sorrows drown.
FAREWELL.
Farewell! farewell! a sad farewell
My soul can only give.
And can it be
That I may see
Thy cherished face no more,—
See it again no more?
I cannot tell, I must not tell
The sorrow that is mine;
But while I live
Yet will I give
A lingering thought to thee,
A happy thought to thee.
And to those days, those happy days,
I often will recur,
Which we have spent,
On pleasures bent,
Together bound by peaceful joy—
A fair, a pure, a loving joy.
Farewell! farewell!
IN FANCY BOUND.
I lost myself in labyrinths of unexplored delight,
In wandering from the paths of sterner truth;
They seemed, beyond a doubt, all pleasing, fair, serene, and bright,
Such as would charm the wonder of a youth.
Behind, before, and all around, appearing to the eye
As one concerted scene of peaceful joy,
With pleasing streams of unpolluted pleasure flowing by,
And in it all I saw no base alloy.
The scope was boundless, and I wandered, still admiring all,
Indulging oft in free, unfettered thought;
In wonder wrapt, I wandered on, but found no rest withal,
As each new scene was to my fancy brought.