THE SEASONS OF SORROW.
When hope, when health, when youth prevail,
How fleet the dancing moments pass;
Ere grief and care the heart assail,
At ebb the sands of Time’s frail glass!
Once, brightly rose my morning ray,
My noon of life serenely shone;
Yet clouds on clouds o’ercast the day,
Ere yet declin’d the setting sun.
Did gentle zephyrs waft the Spring,