DEAD HOPES.
When Love was young, and in his prime,And in deception not yet skilled,I found that guile was in his heart,E’en as with saw-dust dolls were filled.Alas! Though sad the lesson was,And with the deepest misery fraught;The lesson has not been in vain,Though ’tis experience dearly bought.I had a loved, and trusted friend,But when I found she was untrue,I plucked her image from my heart;No more for friendship will I sue.Today Love pleads to me in vain;For nevermore shall I him trust.When once deception comes to us,Dead hopes henceforth are only dust.
When Love was young, and in his prime,And in deception not yet skilled,I found that guile was in his heart,E’en as with saw-dust dolls were filled.Alas! Though sad the lesson was,And with the deepest misery fraught;The lesson has not been in vain,Though ’tis experience dearly bought.I had a loved, and trusted friend,But when I found she was untrue,I plucked her image from my heart;No more for friendship will I sue.Today Love pleads to me in vain;For nevermore shall I him trust.When once deception comes to us,Dead hopes henceforth are only dust.