TO LILLA.
Dear Lilla, I am all alone,
With none to sooth—with none to cheer—
The hopes which once were mine are flown,
And sadly now I linger here.
With none to sooth—with none to cheer—
The hopes which once were mine are flown,
And sadly now I linger here.
The voice of gentle love is hushed,
And friendship's smiles are not for me,
My only hope has long been crushed,
And pleasure's face no more I see.
And friendship's smiles are not for me,
My only hope has long been crushed,
And pleasure's face no more I see.
All dark and gloomy is my way,
Yet I rejoice in other's glee,
And feel once more a kindling ray
Of gladness when I think on thee.
Yet I rejoice in other's glee,
And feel once more a kindling ray
Of gladness when I think on thee.