He lived and loved—will sorrow say— 
By early sorrows tried ; 
He smiled, he sigh’d, he pass’d away ; 
His life was but an April day,— 
He loved, and died ! 
My mother smiles, then turns away. 
But turns away to weep ; 
They whisper round me—what they § a Y 
I need not hear, ior m tne ciay 
1 soon must s.bep. 
O, love is sorrow ! sad it is 
To be both tried and true; 
I ever trembled in my bliss : 
Now there are farewells in a kiss,—» 
They sigh adieu. 
But woodbines flaunt when blue bells fade, 
Where Don reflects the skies ; 
And many a youth in Shirecliffs’ shade 
Will ramble where my boyhood play’d ; 
Though Alfred dies. 
