Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1846-07-16
THE HOPE OF THE BROKEN HEARTED,
By Mnyne Reid.

say not every hope II He'd
Friend physician save her, save her
Oh but knew YOU how love her
You would try your souls endeayour-
IL is vain, then She is dead.
Dead and GONE know MOI whllhel-
But her soul returns not hlther--
Could only follow thilher,
Thlther joying would fly
For in life there's no more gladne>>,
And the world is filled with sadness
Living longer would be- Madness
II Is better far to due.
Go and tell me moi that sorrow,
Such aS mine can ever borrow
Consolation from The morrow
Morrow knows no Ioy for me
For each day brings some fresh token
That IN vain are kind words spoken
To the heart that has been broken
Ever broken must II be.
Shroudcd in her long dark lres>es
Feels she not my wild careSseSl
Feels she not the lip that presses
Presses hot upon her brow
Hears she not my widowed mourning
No that eve, once passion burning,
Not an answer Is returning
Culdly staring at me now
| have seen what men call iaileNl--
Each may think his own the rareSt-
But mB soul conceived her nearest
The embodiment oflove:
She Is there Slil-look upon her.
For decay hath moi vet won her
And though deaths damp hand IS on her,
Does she not youI pulses move!
Saw YOU e'cr a cheek 50 tender
Or hand so white aud slender
Or waist that would engender
Such a yeamlng TO cares :
Saw You eve 50 liquid ever
Or lip 50 lurlng ! Never
Twould have made your hean strings quIve
But IN life that lip To press.
And she loved me-She had sworn IL
She had won my heart and worn 1t
Oh The anguish that hath lorn il,
They alone can know, who part
With the one and only being,
who, by NATURES kind decrecing,
Hath been blended with their being
And eniwined around their heart -
She had neither father mother
Without SiSter-WlthOut brother!
She and were 10 each other
dHh the irOrtd and all It's i0B:
From our hearts each dav united,
BY our lips fresh VOWS were plighled-
And our souls with love benIghled,
Never dreamt of It's alloy
OF at midnight from my sleeping
] have woke, and found her weeping
And her Jealous vigil keeping
Keeping Ger me IN my sleep
For her love was ever Jealous
Never cold and barely Jealous
For the loss of such love, tell MS,
l. it strange that now | weep2
oh! then tell me not, that sorrow
Such A. mine can ever borrow
Con '.atun from the morrow
Morrow knows no JOY for me
For each day brings some fresh token
That in vain are kind words spoken
TO the heart that has been broken
Ever broken must It be
And know lis vain and folly
Most prolaue and most nholN
Thus To- mourn since fate hath lOWlv-
Lowly laid her lovely form
Vet far vainer were The notion.
That lifetime of devotion,
Gould alav the wild emotion,
Burning now my bosom warm
No cannot cease To mourn her
Though 'tiS Gods own hand hath torn her,
And his angel that hath borne her
To that home where angels dwell
As | gaze remembrance reading
In her dark eyes painful pleading
Fresh my heart begins It's bleeding
And life seems hopeless hell
oh then tell me not that sorrow
Such aS mluc, can ever borrow
Consolation from the morrow
Morrow knows no 10Y for me.
For each day brings some fresh token,
That in vain are kind words spoken
To 'Rt &BfjokScIo' must il be. ,''''""-
Md they tell me am lonely
10 the world seem 50 only
But never can I've lonely
For hy dav--in dreams hy nlghi-
There's lovc.hom SpInt near me
And It seems to see aud hear me
While dark eve smiles to cheer me
With MS pure and holy hight
In the ,unleam's midday hrlllanrc
Round me still IT, Kind surveillance
Iurlng wouS tu sweetest dalhancc
NS whea she VA by my ,dc
And when night i closing o cr me-
In he darkling iurm> before me,
Like m angel watching o'cr ne
Seems my own sweet >pun hrlde.
I'm The midnight deep aud >omhrc--
In my lone and rupcclcN' chamber,
Pouring bliss INTO my ,nmhrr,
n'rr INV husum dark eyes hram
Till my >cu>r n drunk vet aching
Mnh a THIRST thai knows no >lakmg-
And my glddy soul. awahng,
Hail dcnlcs II was a dream
Could love so we'll unlicd--
ror uur ycry soul, were plghlcd
Could such hove b, death hc hhgh'ed
Bl,hlrd never more io hl""m
-. gave me- hope lhat'N ,wcclcr
Trn mr--lcl ,nr I shall Inccl her
And with hutnins kisses greet hci
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W., amiisl my 'csolauon.
III, ud lnu,ys ial>e creatinb
That u strange eWcci consolation
Heal. NV hlccding broken heat
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