Poor throbbing heart! the battle wave of life Beats strong against thee, yet thou strugglest on, Breasting the mighty billows, though no kind, well-known voice,...
When our bosoms were lightest, And day-dreams were brightest, The gay vision melted away; By sorrow 'twas shaded, Too quickly it faded; How transient its halcyon sway! ...
Fare thee well, fare thee well, for thy journey is o'er, And the place that has known thee, shall know thee no more; The eye that has seen thee, shall seek thee in vain,...