For works with similar titles, see Life's Vicissitudes.
LIFE'S VICISSITUDES.
I never had a favorite flower, But it was sure to die; Although I nursed it carefully, And saw no reason why.
I never had a pleasing hope, But it was chased away;And though I tried to lure it back, Fate would not let it stay.
I never yet have formed a plan, But fortune frowned upon it;And never sought a cherished thing, But some one else had won it.
I never had a valued friend, But we were doomed to part;Though disappointment well may chill, It shall not break my heart.
Oh! it is thus with every thing I prize and wish to keep;No sooner do I love it well, Than I its loss must weep.
I never, now, will build again Another earthly shrine;And though my fondest hopes have fled, I will not e'er repine.
For He who guides and governs all, Hath thus ordained my fate;Though passing clouds may dim my path, In time they 'll dissipate.