VERSES.
There are scenes that for ever we'd wish to efface,
Nor leave on the tablet of memory a trace;
Bright visions of happiness faded and gone,
Hopes that, blighted and blasted, have withering flown.
Nor leave on the tablet of memory a trace;
Bright visions of happiness faded and gone,
Hopes that, blighted and blasted, have withering flown.
And words have been spoken that ne'er should have found,
In the depths of the heart, e'en the echo of sound;
In vain we'd recall them, in anguish deplore—
The hearts they have wounded may now beat no more.
In the depths of the heart, e'en the echo of sound;
In vain we'd recall them, in anguish deplore—
The hearts they have wounded may now beat no more.
And the look or the tone of reproach may have swept
Whole ages of love and affection, that slept
In the fancied repose of the clear, glassy lake,
Which one breath of the storm will quivering shake.
Whole ages of love and affection, that slept
In the fancied repose of the clear, glassy lake,
Which one breath of the storm will quivering shake.
Remembrance is soothing, when one can retrace
Some moments of joy where no sorrow had place;
But the bright star of memory who'd hail as a boon,
To shadow forth-sorrows they long to entomb?
Some moments of joy where no sorrow had place;
But the bright star of memory who'd hail as a boon,
To shadow forth-sorrows they long to entomb?
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