University of Virginia Library

TO------

When time hath bereft thee
Of charms now enchanting;
When youth shall have left thee,
And beauty be wanting;
In the hour of thy sadness
Then think upon me,
And that thought shall be madness,
Deceiver, to thee!
Think on him who adored thee,
And still had adored;
Think on him who implored thee,
And vainly implored—
On the vows thou hast spoken,
But laughed at to be;
On the heart thou hast broken,
Devoted to thee.
When the roses shall vanish
That circle thee now,
And the thorn thou wouldst banish
Shall press on thy brow—
In the hour of thy sadness
Then think upon me,
And that thought shall be madness,
Deceiver, to thee!
A gloom shall come o'er thee
Thou canst not dispel;
Around thee—before thee—
It ever shall dwell;
All joy shall forsake it,
All pity shall flee,
Or beam but to make it
More hateful to thee.
When he who could turn thee
From virtue and fame,
Shall leave thee, and spurn thee,
To sorrow and shame;
When the arm that caressed thee
Shall deal thee the blow,
And the lips that once blessed thee
But smile on thy woe;—
When like him thou hast slighted,
Thy brain shall be stung,
Thy hope shall be blighted,
Thy bosom be wrung;—
In the depths of thy sadness,
Then think upon me;
And that thought shall be madness,
Deceiver, to thee!