Oh! how sad the recollection! in the midst of joy it
springs;
What a train of faded pleasures that fond idea brings!
All those hours are gone for ever-they were sweet, but
pass'd away
Like the sunny clouds that vanish in the midst of dying
day.
I have number'd all the sorrows this tortured heart has
known;
I have counted each delight I would ever call my own;
But the moments are so woven, that the guiding clew is
gone,
And the sorrow and the pleasure blended into one.
That one-oh! when we parted, it was glittering in that
tear;
That one-'twas in the accents that told we both were
dear:
It dwelt in those fond glances, too fleet, too early past;
It lived in that embrace-the tenderest-the last!
The last! oh, in that word there are ages of despair!
No summer thought of brightness can dwell untroubled
there;
Yet my soul was in that moment so fraught with joy and
pain,
And ' tis only recollection can give back the soul again!
The Past
Louisa Stuart Costello
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