Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||
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SONG.
[Forget!—Ah! 'tis a bitter word]
Forget!—Ah! 'tis a bitter word
When spoken thus by thee,
The music of life's fitful chord
Will now unheeded be.
When spoken thus by thee,
The music of life's fitful chord
Will now unheeded be.
The hope which told of brighter hours
Is faded all and fled;
The light and perfume of the flow'rs
Rest only with the dead.
Is faded all and fled;
The light and perfume of the flow'rs
Rest only with the dead.
And is it so?—and is it so?
Vain is my tearful eye;
When hope is gone, and love lies low,
Ah! better 'tis—to die!
Vain is my tearful eye;
When hope is gone, and love lies low,
Ah! better 'tis—to die!
Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||