Oh child! who to this evil world art come, Led by the unseen hand of Him who guards thee, Welcome unto this dungeon-house, thy home! Welcome to all the woe this life awards thee! ...
Flower of the mountain! by the wanderer's hand Robbed of thy beauty's short-lived sunny day; Didst thou but blow to gem the stranger's way, And bloom, to wither in the stranger's land?...
Poor little sprite! in that dark, narrow cell Caged by the law of man's resistless might! With thy sweet liquid notes, by some strong spell, Compelled to minister to his delight!...
I am alone - oh be thou near to me, Great God! from whom the meanest are not far. Not in presumption of the daring spirit, Striving to find the secrets of itself, Make I my weeping prayer; in the deep want...
Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed, Those we let fall over the silent dead? Can our thoughts image forth no darker doom, Than that which wraps us in the peaceful tomb?...
Lady, sweet lady, I behold thee yet, With thy pale brow, brown eyes, and solemn air, And billowy tresses of thy golden hair, Which once to see, is never to forget!...
Farewell, old playmate! on thy sandy shore My lingering feet will leave their print no more; To thy loved side I never may return. I pray thee, old companion, make due mourn...