Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1842-05-13
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TEN PEARS .aGO.
Ten years ago, ten years ago,
Life was to Us fairy scene;
And tho keen blasts Of worldly woe
Had scared not then its pathway green.
Youth and it thousand dreams were ours,
Feelings we ne'er can know again;
Unwithered hopes, unwasted powers,
And frames unwom by mortal pain,
Such was the bright and genial flow
OIL with US ten years ago!
Time has not blanched single hair
That clusters round thy forehead now;
Nor hath the cankering touch of care
Left even one furrow on thy brow.
Thine eyes are blue and when we met.
In loves deep truth, in earlier years;
Thy cheek of rose il blooming yet,
Tho sometimes stained with secret tears;
But here-oh, where's the spirits glow,
That shone through al-ten years ago!
/, too, am changed scarcely now why
Can feel each tagging pulse decay;
And youth, and health, and visions high,
Melt like wreath Of snow away;
Time cannot sure have wrought the i'll;
Tho worn in this worlds sick ming strife,
In soul and form, linger still,
In the first Summer month Of life;
Yet journey on my path below,
Oh how unlike-ten years!
But look not thus-l would not give
The wreck Of hopes that thou must share,
To bid those joyous hours revive
When all around me seemed so fair.
We've wandered on in sunny weather,
When winds were low and flowers in bloom,
And hand in hand have kept together,
And still will keep, mid storm and gloom;
Endeared by ties we could not know
When life was young-tea years ago.
Has Fortune frowned! Her fown were vain,
For hearts like ours she could not chill;
Have friends proved false! Their love might wane
But ours grows fondcr, frmer still.
Twin banks on this worlds changing wave,
Steadfast in claims, in tempests tried,
In concert still our fate we'll brave,
Together cleave life's fitful tide,
Nor mourn, whatever winds may blow,
Youths first wild drcam--ten years ago.
Have we not knelt beside his bed,
And watched our first born blossom die
Hoped till the shades of hope had fed,
Then wept till feelings font was dry
Was it not sweet in that dark hour,
To think, mid mutual tears and signs,
Our bud had left its earthly bower,
And burst to bloom in Paradise
What to the thoughts that soothed that woe
Were heartless joys-ten years ago!
Yes, it is sweet, when Heaven is bright
TO share its sunny beams with thee;
But sweeter far, mid clouds and blight,
To have thee near to weep with me.
Then dry those tears-though something
From what we were in early youth,
Time that has hopes and friends estranged,
Hath left us love in all its truth;
Sweet feelings we would not forego
For life's best joy-ten years ago!