 | The Legend of Genevieve |  |
How shall my fate the world avail?
What is the moral of my tale?—
'Tis this, that what I dearest loved,
A mockery, a vision, proved,—
A phantom glow, whose rainbow dyes,
Flashing, did cheat the dazzled eyes,
And, like the false mirage, did play,
To lure and lead the steps astray;
And that, amid my deep distress,
The objects which I valued less
Did grow to treasures, and impart
Sweet balm to soothe a wounded heart.
What is the moral of my tale?—
'Tis this, that what I dearest loved,
A mockery, a vision, proved,—
A phantom glow, whose rainbow dyes,
Flashing, did cheat the dazzled eyes,
And, like the false mirage, did play,
To lure and lead the steps astray;
And that, amid my deep distress,
The objects which I valued less
Did grow to treasures, and impart
Sweet balm to soothe a wounded heart.
| The Legend of Genevieve | |