MY SONG.
I breathe no sigh o'er days gone by,
Nor would I mourn my vanished joys;
'Tis a childish part to vex the heart,
O'er faded pictures, broken toys.
Nor would I mourn my vanished joys;
'Tis a childish part to vex the heart,
O'er faded pictures, broken toys.
And yet, not always have my feet
Trod thornless paths, 'mid flowers sweet
But ever have the passing years
Behind them left more smiles than tears.
Trod thornless paths, 'mid flowers sweet
But ever have the passing years
Behind them left more smiles than tears.
The stately oak, with branches bared,
Smiles at the storm it proudly dared;
The rock the raging billow laves,
Laughs at the foe its firm base braves.
Smiles at the storm it proudly dared;
The rock the raging billow laves,
Laughs at the foe its firm base braves.
Earth hath no home, grief darkens not,
And though I share the common lot;
I humbly trust, I'm wiser grown,
For every pang my heart hath known.
And though I share the common lot;
I humbly trust, I'm wiser grown,
For every pang my heart hath known.
