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HEART SHADOWS.
“Me nec fœmina, nec puer
Jam, nec spes animi credula mutui,
Nec certare juvat mero,
Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.”
Horace.
Jam, nec spes animi credula mutui,
Nec certare juvat mero,
Nec vincire novis tempora floribus.”
Horace.
The rack that weaves a vapory pall
Between the sun and earth,
Soon passes, and the birds again
Make melody and mirth;
But, ah! there is a darker cloud
That will not thus depart,
But flings, though roll away the years,
A shadow on the heart.
Between the sun and earth,
Soon passes, and the birds again
Make melody and mirth;
But, ah! there is a darker cloud
That will not thus depart,
But flings, though roll away the years,
A shadow on the heart.
The dim and misty veil that drapes
A sombre April sky,
Is kindled, now and then, by gleams
Of day's bright golden eye;
But through a denser, darker cloud
The sunbeam cannot dart—
It coldly flings for evermore
A shadow on the heart.
A sombre April sky,
Is kindled, now and then, by gleams
Of day's bright golden eye;
But through a denser, darker cloud
The sunbeam cannot dart—
It coldly flings for evermore
A shadow on the heart.
It may be study that has brought
This deep, abiding gloom—
Blind, erring Love, whose roses frail
Catch odors from the tomb;
Or Pleasure wild, that beckons us
To sail without a chart,
May fling, till o'er the stormy cruise,
A shadow on the heart
This deep, abiding gloom—
Blind, erring Love, whose roses frail
Catch odors from the tomb;
Or Pleasure wild, that beckons us
To sail without a chart,
May fling, till o'er the stormy cruise,
A shadow on the heart
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Let Music wake her sweetest note,
And Joy his loudest strain—
The light that cheered and warmed of old
Comes never back again:
The mantle of a night that morn
In twain will never part,
Flings heavily for evermore
Chill shadows on the heart.
And Joy his loudest strain—
The light that cheered and warmed of old
Comes never back again:
The mantle of a night that morn
In twain will never part,
Flings heavily for evermore
Chill shadows on the heart.
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