And thought, my only sacrifice.
962. C. M. Herbert.
The Soul's Beauty Unfading.
1Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright,
Bridal of earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,
For thou, alas! must die.
2Sweet rose! in air whose odors wave,
And color charms the eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,