BURIED HOPES.
I found a slight flaw in a diamond,And now it is worthless to me;Though the gem is as brilliant as ever,Henceforth ’tis the flaw I shall see.I had a dear friend most enticing,Her life seemed so pure unto me;I found a slight fault in her living,That fault evermore I shall see.I stood by the grave of a loved one,The world seemed so drear, and so cold;No hope in my heart, and the futureNo promise of peace did unfold.I had a belief in my girlhood,Essential it seemed unto me;But now my belief seems a phantom;From bigotry now I am free.Alas for the hopes of our childhood;They blossom, then wither and die,Are buried full deep in Love’s coffin;The grave is so cold where they lie.We cherish our hopes for a moment,A will-o’-the-wisp they oft are,Dark phantoms eluding us ever,And often our lives they will mar.I seek for thetruths, andtruthonly.All error henceforth I decry,And hid in the grave of oblivionFull deep in that grave must e’er lie.
I found a slight flaw in a diamond,And now it is worthless to me;Though the gem is as brilliant as ever,Henceforth ’tis the flaw I shall see.I had a dear friend most enticing,Her life seemed so pure unto me;I found a slight fault in her living,That fault evermore I shall see.I stood by the grave of a loved one,The world seemed so drear, and so cold;No hope in my heart, and the futureNo promise of peace did unfold.I had a belief in my girlhood,Essential it seemed unto me;But now my belief seems a phantom;From bigotry now I am free.Alas for the hopes of our childhood;They blossom, then wither and die,Are buried full deep in Love’s coffin;The grave is so cold where they lie.We cherish our hopes for a moment,A will-o’-the-wisp they oft are,Dark phantoms eluding us ever,And often our lives they will mar.I seek for thetruths, andtruthonly.All error henceforth I decry,And hid in the grave of oblivionFull deep in that grave must e’er lie.