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The Poetical Works of Robert Montgomery

Collected and Revised by the Author

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LOST FEELINGS.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

LOST FEELINGS.

“But yet we stand
In a lone land,
Like tombs to mark the memory
Of hopes and joys which fade and flee
In the light of life's dim morning.”

Oh! weep not, if our beauty wears
Beneath the wings of time;
That age conceals the brow with cares
That once appear'd sublime.
Oh! weep not if the clouded eye
No sunny thought can speak;
And fresh and fair no longer lie
Joy-tints upon the cheek;
And weep not, if the ruin-trace
Of wasting years is seen
Around the form, and in the face
Where youthful lines have been:
But mourn the inward wreck we feel
As blighted hours depart,
And Time's corroding fingers steal
Young feelings from the heart!
Those bounding thoughts which rise and spring
From out the buoyant mind,
Like summer-bees upon the wing
Or echoes on the wind;
The hopes that sparkle every hour,
Like blossoms from a soul
Where sorrow sheds no blighting power,
And care has no control,
With all the rich enchantment thrown
On Life's fair scene around,
As if the world within a zone
Of happiness were bound,—
Oh, these endure a mournful doom
As day by day we die;
Till age becomes a barren tomb
Where perish'd Feelings lie!
March, 1828.