LINES WRITTEN FOR AN ALBUM.
To write a few lines in your Album, my friend,
Shall engross a few moments my thoughts and my pen:
But in these few moments—oh, what shall I say?
Where shall I begin, or where leave off, I pray?
Shall engross a few moments my thoughts and my pen:
But in these few moments—oh, what shall I say?
Where shall I begin, or where leave off, I pray?
In the first place, I'll speak of the wind and the weather,
With its clouds, and its storms, and its sunshine together;
'Tis a picture of life,—all a moral may glean
From each withering flower and murmuring stream.
With its clouds, and its storms, and its sunshine together;
'Tis a picture of life,—all a moral may glean
From each withering flower and murmuring stream.
Oh! the dreams of my childhood were brilliant and gay;
But, like perishing flowers, they faded away:
Like perishing flowers, they were born but to bloom,
Then wither, and die, and sink in the tomb.
But, like perishing flowers, they faded away:
Like perishing flowers, they were born but to bloom,
Then wither, and die, and sink in the tomb.
