J 92 EYE-BRIGHT. 



E'en though the flowers have perished ; 

 Visions of pleasures past away 

 That charmed me in life's earlier day. 



The future, Isis-like, sits veiled, 



And none her mystery learneth ; 

 Yet why should the bright cheek be paled, 

 For sorrows that may be bewailed 

 When time our hopes inurneth ? 

 Come when it will, grief comes too soon, — 

 Why dread the night at highest noon ? 



I would not pierce the mist that hides 



Life's coming joy or sorrow ; 

 If sweet content with me abides 

 While onward still the present glides, 



I think not of the morrow ; 

 It may bring griefs, — enough for me 

 The quiet joy I feel and see. 



