DISAPPOINTMENT.
OH, how can I live in a torture so wild,
And yet always be dreaming of bliss?
Why not learn Fate has doomed me to be sorrow's
child,
And in meekness the heavy rod kiss?
I have lived for long months in a bright land of
dreams,
Dawning roseate as th' opening of day;
But alas! the bright tints were but lightning gleams
Flashing wrath, and then fading away.
True bliss of the soul I have constantly sought,
But alas! I have sought it in vain;
On earth its base semblance is rended and bought,
And I never will seek it again.
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How I long for some spot in the solitude deep,
All alone I could dwell there for years;
My only companion, Repentance, and weep
Living fountains of sorrowful tears.
Tucker, Mary E.
