The soul with dreams of bliss to fill
And gently veil the lurking ill.
Alone!—by life’s rough storms distressed,
Unprized, uncared for and oppressed,
Still wert thou near with tender tone,
That spoke of days forever gone,
Till softened memory made thee dear,
And half dispelled each chilling fear —
But starting from my heart’s warm sighs
I marked the gleaming of those eyes.