And Faith drifts o'er a sea of doubt
With desolation rife.
Alas, that man or pipe e'er can
Wax old or know decay;
Alas, that heart from heart must part,
Or Love can lose its sway.
And death in life should cast its pall
Athwart the troubled way.
Tho' love be cross'd, and friends are lost,
And severed every tie;