What are they now?—dim, soulless, desolate!
Veil’d in the cloud that sinks upon my heart.
Once was each day a life!—each care was mute,
Even the low boding hush’d within the soul;
And the smooth waters of a gliding stream,
Without the rudder’s aid, bore lightly on
Our fairy bark of joy!
Her companion endeavours, but in vain, to console her.
Leon. If the kind words of friendship cannot soothe,
The still, sweet influences of this fair world