Poems (Louisa Blake)/"Death cannot separate"
"DEATH CANNOT SEPARATE."
'Tis sad to look back upon youth's sunny morn,
When the visions in which we delighted,
From the heart have been rudely and forcibly torn,
And the flowers of our spring-tide are blighted.
When the visions in which we delighted,
From the heart have been rudely and forcibly torn,
And the flowers of our spring-tide are blighted.
To think that the eye which once beam'd bright
With the wild buoyant spirit of gladness,
Is now dim with tears, and that quench'd is its light
By the dark forms of sorrow and sadness.
With the wild buoyant spirit of gladness,
Is now dim with tears, and that quench'd is its light
By the dark forms of sorrow and sadness.
To look around for the forms we have loved,
And find that they all have departed,
That the friend we adored, has long been removed,
And we left alone, broken-hearted.
And find that they all have departed,
That the friend we adored, has long been removed,
And we left alone, broken-hearted.
Ah! those were bright dreams of which fancy spread
The hue, with her own fair finger,
The colors so gorgeous, so flattering, have fled,
And o'er their loved mem'ry we linger.
The hue, with her own fair finger,
The colors so gorgeous, so flattering, have fled,
And o'er their loved mem'ry we linger.
Yet why lament those who by death are withdrawn,
And from memory, anguish borrow?
Should we not rather hope, that a happier dawn
May arise on the coming tomorrow?
And from memory, anguish borrow?
Should we not rather hope, that a happier dawn
May arise on the coming tomorrow?
Yes,—and though the fond ties of affection and love
From the heart have been forcibly riven,
Those ties will be join'd yet more strongly above
When attach'd to their objects in Heaven.
From the heart have been forcibly riven,
Those ties will be join'd yet more strongly above
When attach'd to their objects in Heaven.