 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
THE THOUGHTLESS WORD.
“Why should you weep at a thoughtless word?”
When like a fairy scene in youth
The untried world is spread before us,
When fancy wears the garb of truth,
And sunny skies are smiling o'er us,
When never yet one thought of woe
The heart's deep tenderness has stirred,
How little then our spirits know
The evils of a thoughtless word.
The untried world is spread before us,
When fancy wears the garb of truth,
And sunny skies are smiling o'er us,
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The heart's deep tenderness has stirred,
How little then our spirits know
The evils of a thoughtless word.
When one by one our joys depart,
When hope no more each bright hour measures,
When like a Niobe the heart
Sits lonely 'mid its perished treasures,
When far from human aid we turn,
The voice of comfort rarely heard,
O then how bitterly we learn
The anguish of a thoughtless word.
When hope no more each bright hour measures,
When like a Niobe the heart
Sits lonely 'mid its perished treasures,
When far from human aid we turn,
The voice of comfort rarely heard,
O then how bitterly we learn
The anguish of a thoughtless word.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |