But the other one is Envy
Clad in blackness, clad with woe,
Sorrow’s only sad companion,
Flitting ever to and fro.
By the windows ever gliding,
Filling all with thoughts of pain;
All who gaze are doomed forever,
Ne’er to see bright joy again.
THE YEARS.
All around us, ever floating,
Silently yet swiftly on,
Pass the years in quick succession—
Years that are forever gone.
Years that soon are past recalling.
Years of gladness or of woe;
We can never stop their fleeting
But forever they will go.
Years of sorrow passing round us,
Dark and dreary as the night.
Years of gladness quickly follow
Bringing thoughts all fair and bright.
Still the years continue passing
Swiftly as the years can be,
Till we leave our pains and sorrow;
Till we find eternity.