love’s token-flowers. 97 
I would lift my worldly-laden thought 
To the realms with so much beauty fraught— 
I would catch again the glorious gleam 
That filled my soul with its heavenly beam, 
Ere my earthly hopes and earthly fears 
Brought my feelings back to this vale of tears, 
Mournfully, oh! mournfully. 
Mournfully do my tear-drops fall 
On the poet’s pictured page, « 
And fain would I the dreams recall 
That gladdened life’s golden age ; 
But I bartered those treasures long, long ago, 
Foi happiness such as few can know, 
Nor would I recall the fevered past, 
With its wild unrest, and its pang at last; 
Yet the voice of song has a magic still, 
And its gentle tones can my spirit thrill, 
Mournfully, oh I mournfully. 
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