 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
TIME'S CHANGES.
I remember the time when thine eye's starry light
Was as gladdening to all things as sunshine in spring;
When thy smile made an atmosphere round thee as bright
As the sudden unfolding of some cherub's wing:
O! beautiful wert thou with youth on thy brow,
But trust me, beloved, thou art lovelier now.
Was as gladdening to all things as sunshine in spring;
When thy smile made an atmosphere round thee as bright
As the sudden unfolding of some cherub's wing:
O! beautiful wert thou with youth on thy brow,
But trust me, beloved, thou art lovelier now.
Thine eye's starry lustre is softened by tears,
And the bloom of thy beauty has faded away;
But ne'er in thy gladdest and sunniest years
Did the high soul within shed so holy a ray:
O! beautiful wert thou with youth on thy brow,
But trust me, beloved, thou art lovelier now.
And the bloom of thy beauty has faded away;
But ne'er in thy gladdest and sunniest years
Did the high soul within shed so holy a ray:
O! beautiful wert thou with youth on thy brow,
But trust me, beloved, thou art lovelier now.
Life's roses have vanished, life's freshness has fled;
Thy future no longer Hope's pencil may paint;
But the halo that sorrow has cast round thy head
Has made of our Hebe an exquisite saint:
O! beautiful wert thou with youth on thy brow,
But trust me, beloved, thou art lovelier now.
Thy future no longer Hope's pencil may paint;
But the halo that sorrow has cast round thy head
Has made of our Hebe an exquisite saint:
O! beautiful wert thou with youth on thy brow,
But trust me, beloved, thou art lovelier now.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |