POEMS.
39
THE HEART'S AFFECTION.
Oh, do not chill the heart's affection;
Crush it not, but let it bloom
And blossom ever, lest dejection
Upon us fall and bring us gloom.
Guard the heart, and do not wonder;
Love, though buried in disguise,
If once rudely torn asunder,
Sadly, slowly, but surely dies.
Love, though buried in disguise,
If once rudely torn asunder,
Sadly, slowly, but surely dies.
The freshness of the heart is buried;
Lost and gone is love's young dream;
The beauty of the being perish'd,
With nought of joy doth life e'er teem.
Lost and gone is love's young dream;
The beauty of the being perish'd,
With nought of joy doth life e'er teem.
Moving on in lone deep sadness,
Life's trials will with us remain;
While on this earth no more of gladness
Will brighten life; but leave us pain.
Life's trials will with us remain;
While on this earth no more of gladness
Will brighten life; but leave us pain.
Chills the heart-pulse beating ever;
Earthly hope forever fled;
Life's sun will now soon set forever,
And we lie sleeping with the dead.
Earthly hope forever fled;
Life's sun will now soon set forever,
And we lie sleeping with the dead.
