With every smile there comes a tear.
I saw a shining beauteous thing—
It hung before me glittering;
They call’d it friendship, and with joy,
My hand I stretch’d to seize the toy.
It proved to be a gilded dart,
Which, ere I knew it, pierced my heart!
Then, faint and bleeding, thus I thought—
“Experience must be dearly bought.”
I saw the star-bespangled sky,