AMELIA OPIE1769-1853
1769-1853
There was an eye whose partial glanceCould ne’er my numerous failings see;There was an ear that heard untiredWhen others spoke in praise of me.There was a heart time only taughtWith warmer love for me to burn;A heart whene’er from home I rovedWhich fondly pined for my return.There was a lip which always breathedE’en short farewells in tones of sadness;There was a voice whose eager soundMy welcome spoke with heartfelt gladness.There was a mind whose vigorous powerOn mine its own effulgence threw,And called my humble talents forth,While thence its dearest joys it drew.There was a love which for my wealWith anxious fears would overflow;Which wept, which pray’d for me, and soughtFrom future ills to guard—But now!—That eye is closed, and deaf that ear,That lip and voice are mute for ever;And cold that heart of anxious love,Which Death alone from mine could sever:And lost to me that ardent mind,Which loved my various tasks to see;And oh! of all the praise I gain’dHis was the dearest far to me!Now I unloved, uncheered,alone,Life’s weary wilderness must tread,Till He who heals the broken heartIn mercy bids me join the dead.
There was an eye whose partial glanceCould ne’er my numerous failings see;There was an ear that heard untiredWhen others spoke in praise of me.There was a heart time only taughtWith warmer love for me to burn;A heart whene’er from home I rovedWhich fondly pined for my return.There was a lip which always breathedE’en short farewells in tones of sadness;There was a voice whose eager soundMy welcome spoke with heartfelt gladness.There was a mind whose vigorous powerOn mine its own effulgence threw,And called my humble talents forth,While thence its dearest joys it drew.There was a love which for my wealWith anxious fears would overflow;Which wept, which pray’d for me, and soughtFrom future ills to guard—But now!—That eye is closed, and deaf that ear,That lip and voice are mute for ever;And cold that heart of anxious love,Which Death alone from mine could sever:And lost to me that ardent mind,Which loved my various tasks to see;And oh! of all the praise I gain’dHis was the dearest far to me!Now I unloved, uncheered,alone,Life’s weary wilderness must tread,Till He who heals the broken heartIn mercy bids me join the dead.
There was an eye whose partial glanceCould ne’er my numerous failings see;There was an ear that heard untiredWhen others spoke in praise of me.
There was an eye whose partial glance
Could ne’er my numerous failings see;
There was an ear that heard untired
When others spoke in praise of me.
There was a heart time only taughtWith warmer love for me to burn;A heart whene’er from home I rovedWhich fondly pined for my return.
There was a heart time only taught
With warmer love for me to burn;
A heart whene’er from home I roved
Which fondly pined for my return.
There was a lip which always breathedE’en short farewells in tones of sadness;There was a voice whose eager soundMy welcome spoke with heartfelt gladness.
There was a lip which always breathed
E’en short farewells in tones of sadness;
There was a voice whose eager sound
My welcome spoke with heartfelt gladness.
There was a mind whose vigorous powerOn mine its own effulgence threw,And called my humble talents forth,While thence its dearest joys it drew.
There was a mind whose vigorous power
On mine its own effulgence threw,
And called my humble talents forth,
While thence its dearest joys it drew.
There was a love which for my wealWith anxious fears would overflow;Which wept, which pray’d for me, and soughtFrom future ills to guard—But now!—
There was a love which for my weal
With anxious fears would overflow;
Which wept, which pray’d for me, and sought
From future ills to guard—But now!—
That eye is closed, and deaf that ear,That lip and voice are mute for ever;And cold that heart of anxious love,Which Death alone from mine could sever:
That eye is closed, and deaf that ear,
That lip and voice are mute for ever;
And cold that heart of anxious love,
Which Death alone from mine could sever:
And lost to me that ardent mind,Which loved my various tasks to see;And oh! of all the praise I gain’dHis was the dearest far to me!
And lost to me that ardent mind,
Which loved my various tasks to see;
And oh! of all the praise I gain’d
His was the dearest far to me!
Now I unloved, uncheered,alone,Life’s weary wilderness must tread,Till He who heals the broken heartIn mercy bids me join the dead.
Now I unloved, uncheered,alone,
Life’s weary wilderness must tread,
Till He who heals the broken heart
In mercy bids me join the dead.