I am alone—around me press the gay,
The light of heart, they who have never known
The blight of sorrow, or the sure decay
Of every joy the spirit here has known—
I am alone!
I am alone—yet memory oft doth bring
Back the sweet visions of life’s sunny day,
Of friends unchanged, who in my early spring
With smiles of love illumed my joyous way—
I am alone!