Few tares in life’s garden were sown;
The clouds partly hiding the sunshine,
Some weeds with the blossoms have grown.
“But we loved”—here she held out a picture;
A tear-drop was dimming her eye,
As a cloud will o’ershadow the landscape,
Or shut out a star in the sky.
I took up a ring and a locket,
Set deep with a ruby and pearl;
The clasp was all tarnished and broken,