LINES.
I ne'er a happy moment feel,
But then a lingering pain
Will o'er my spirit's sunshine steal,
And all is dark again.
But then a lingering pain
Will o'er my spirit's sunshine steal,
And all is dark again.
I never knew one hour of joy
Light up this wayward mind,
But saddening sorrow would destroy
The brightness left behind.
Light up this wayward mind,
But saddening sorrow would destroy
The brightness left behind.
I never felt the gladdening power
Of heart-approving bliss,
But then the consciousness would lower
Of something done amiss.
Of heart-approving bliss,
But then the consciousness would lower
Of something done amiss.
Oh'! ever and anon will meet
Alternate joy and sorrow,
Till at the end of life we greet
A bright unending morrow.
Alternate joy and sorrow,
Till at the end of life we greet
A bright unending morrow.
Roseneath, 1842.
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