For hearts that kindle, thoughts that glow;
But when shall I attain to this:
To thank thee for the things I miss?
For all young fancy's early gleams,
The dreamed-of joys that still are dreams.
Hopes unfulfilled, and pleasures known
Through others' fortunes, not my own,
And blessings seen that are not given,
And ne'er will be, this side of heaven.
Had I, too, shared the joys I see,