OH! TALK NO MORE OF SORROW PAST.
I
Oh! talk no more of sorrow past,
You taint the present too,
And even I shall dream at last
Of future ills like you.
Where'er my path, I ever took
Fair hope to be my guide,
Whate'er my fate, I ever look
Upon the brightest side.
II
The darkest cloud that visits earth
Not oft survives the day;
I'm ever first to sally forth
To meet sunbeams half way.
The only long liv'd grief must be
A grief that's born of sin;
But virtue soon cheers up, for she
Has sunny thoughts within.
