SI DESERIS PEREO.
He seemed to love her—and her youthful cheek
Wore for awhile the transient bloom of joy,
And her heart throbbed with hopes she could not speak,
New to delight, and mute in ecstasy;
He won that heart in its simplicity,
All undisguised in its young tenderness,
And smiling saw that he, and only he,
Had power at once to wound it, or to bless.
Wore for awhile the transient bloom of joy,
And her heart throbbed with hopes she could not speak,
New to delight, and mute in ecstasy;
He won that heart in its simplicity,
All undisguised in its young tenderness,
And smiling saw that he, and only he,
Had power at once to wound it, or to bless.
She gave to him her innocent affection,
And the warm feelings of her guileless breast;
And from the storms of life she sought protection
In his dear love, her home of earthly rest:
In this sweet trust her opening days were blessed,
And joyously she hailed her coming years,
For well she knew that even if distressed,
There would he one kind hand to dry her tears.
And the warm feelings of her guileless breast;
And from the storms of life she sought protection
In his dear love, her home of earthly rest:
In this sweet trust her opening days were blessed,
And joyously she hailed her coming years,
For well she knew that even if distressed,
There would he one kind hand to dry her tears.
He left her—and in trouble she awoke
From her young dream of bliss, but murmured not
Over her secret sufferings,nor spoke
To any one upon her cruel lot;
You would have deemed that he had been forgot,
Or that her heart was callous to the stroke;
But on her cheek there was one hectic spot—
'T was little—but it told her heart was broke!
From her young dream of bliss, but murmured not
Over her secret sufferings,nor spoke
To any one upon her cruel lot;
You would have deemed that he had been forgot,
Or that her heart was callous to the stroke;
But on her cheek there was one hectic spot—
'T was little—but it told her heart was broke!
And deeper and more deep the painful flush
Daily became, but all distress seemed o'er,
Save when the life-blood gave a sudden rush,
Then faded into paleness as before;
At once too proud, too humble to deplore,
She bowed her head in quietness:—she knew
Her faded prospects could revive no more,
Yet was she calm, for she had heaven in view.
Daily became, but all distress seemed o'er,
Save when the life-blood gave a sudden rush,
Then faded into paleness as before;
At once too proud, too humble to deplore,
She bowed her head in quietness:—she knew
Her faded prospects could revive no more,
Yet was she calm, for she had heaven in view.
She loved and she forgave him—and in dying
She asked a blessing on his future years;
And so she went to sleep, meekly relying
Upon that Power which shall efface all tears.—
Her simple turf the young spring floweret wears,
And the pale primrose grows upon her tomb;
And when the storm its little blossom tears,
It bows its head—an emblem of her doom!
She asked a blessing on his future years;
And so she went to sleep, meekly relying
Upon that Power which shall efface all tears.—
Her simple turf the young spring floweret wears,
And the pale primrose grows upon her tomb;
And when the storm its little blossom tears,
It bows its head—an emblem of her doom!