And the eye sees life’s fairy scenes depart,
As fades the day-dream in the rosy west.
’Tis with a nameless feeling of regret
We gaze upon them as they melt away,
And fondly would we bid them linger yet.
But Hope is 'round us with her angel lay,
Hailing afar some happier moonlight hour;
Dear are her whispers still, though lost their early power.
In youth the cheek was crimson’d with her glow
Her smile was loveliest then; her matin song