BLUE-EYED GKASS, 



SENSIBILITY. 



"The Joy Untasted." 



Ay, it is ever thus ; — in every heart 



Some thirst unslaked has been a life-long pang ; 

 Some deep desire in every soul has part ; 



Some want has pierced us all with serpent fang ; 

 For who from such a brimming cup has quaffed, 

 That not one drop was wanting to life's draught ? 



It comes to us in youth, that pining thirst, — 

 And then we seek to quench it at Love's spring, 



Cheating the soul with visions, that, at first, 

 Seem bright and glorious as an angel's wing, 



Till time and change o'ershadow them, and leave 



The heart in deeper loneliness to grieve. 



'Tis with us in our later life ; — in vain 

 We win the sweetest draught of wealth or fame ; 



