MEMORY'S TEARS.

Hawke's Bay Times, Issue 1571, 28 April 1874, Page 197

MEMORY'S TEARS.

J. HUIE. My heart is weary and sad to-day, I hardly can tell what ails me so ; A shadow of something from far away, Falls like a dream of long ago. Nothing tangible—yet I feel A saddening gloom and a creeping mist; The air is heavy and damp and chill, I feel—but not what it is, I wist. Some sad thought about all' that's goneSome quintessence of all the years, Distilled from the fruitless work that's done, Till my heart is wet with memory's tears. Bright heart blossoms I would not take, But left to wither and fall in vain ; Good that I wooed but to forsake — And summer will never return again. Joys of all that I would have done Faded and lost for dream of gain. Wearily press on me one by one, And the days will never return agaiu. The sun will rise, and the sun will set; And youth will promise, but manhood fail; Life's work undone—and yet— I dream, and the dream's of no avail. My heart it weeps, though my eyes are dry— A little of all my hopes and fears Has come and gone as the years go by, And little is left but memory's tears. Why profitless strive ? since only more I weep in the vale where hopes have died; Ah! why did not faith look on before, Where memory's tears for ever are dried ? — Quiver.