And wish a brother's loved return;
But, oh! how lonely were the hours,
How scentless were the sweetest flowers,
How joyless was the summer's sky,
And well I wished the hours gone by!
How oft at evening, sad and lone,
I watched the silent stars that shone;
And though they were so cold, so high,
They seemed to gaze with sympathy;
And many a gentle whispering gale,