SUCH THINGS WERE.
I
Time flies when he should linger most,
The brightest joys are soonest lost;
And swiftly pass the hours away,
When friends are near, and hearts are gay.
The fairest scenes that mirth can bring
Will add a feather to his wing;
And when his path is mark'd with care,
We think in sorrow such things were.
II
In happy hours we often say,
In scenes like these we must be gay;
But, if we lose one valued friend,
Our feelings change, our pleasures end.
We mourn the looks so truly dear,
We miss the voice we used to hear;
The scene is changed, and sadly there,
We must remember such things were.
III
In ev'ry path we seek alone,
We sadly sigh for something gone;
In every walk some spot is seen,
Where that lost friend hath lately been;
In ev'ry song, in ev'ry dance,
We miss a tone, a step, a glance;
We think of joys we used to share,
And say in sorrow such things were.
