 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
DESPONDENCY: A MOOD.
Often a word, a look, a jest,
Piercing the veil its depths concealing,
Awakens joy within my breast
I ne'er again had dreamed of feeling.
Piercing the veil its depths concealing,
Awakens joy within my breast
I ne'er again had dreamed of feeling.
To hear the prattle of a child
Amid the summer daisies playing,
To gaze on Nature, stern and wild,
Or when her summer winds are straying;
Amid the summer daisies playing,
To gaze on Nature, stern and wild,
Or when her summer winds are straying;
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To hear the tones of some loved air
Familiar in Life's morn of gladness,—
Small things, yet they dispel my care,—
Small things, yet how they heal my sadness!
Familiar in Life's morn of gladness,—
Small things, yet they dispel my care,—
Small things, yet how they heal my sadness!
But, ah, their influence dies away,
Leaving life drear as when it found me,
Nay, yet more drear, for that one ray
Of sunshine it has shed around me.
Leaving life drear as when it found me,
Nay, yet more drear, for that one ray
Of sunshine it has shed around me.
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