 | The Ingoldsby Lyrics |  |
Too Late.
Too late! though flow'rets round me blow,
And clearing skies shine bright and fair;
Their genial warmth avails not now—
Thou art not here the beam to share.
And clearing skies shine bright and fair;
Their genial warmth avails not now—
Thou art not here the beam to share.
Thro' many a dark and dreary day,
We journey'd on 'midst grief and gloom;
And now at length the cheering ray
Breaks forth, it only gilds thy tomb.
We journey'd on 'midst grief and gloom;
And now at length the cheering ray
Breaks forth, it only gilds thy tomb.
Our days of hope and youth are past,
Our short-lived joys for ever flown;
And now when Fortune smiles at last,
She finds me cheerless, chilled—alone!
Our short-lived joys for ever flown;
And now when Fortune smiles at last,
She finds me cheerless, chilled—alone!
Ah! no; too late the boon is given,
Alike the frowns and smiles of Fate;
The broken heart by sorrow riv'n,
But murmurs now, “Too late! Too late!”
Alike the frowns and smiles of Fate;
The broken heart by sorrow riv'n,
But murmurs now, “Too late! Too late!”
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