Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded - The Moorings

Has sorrow thy young days shaded

As clouds o’er the morning fleet?

Too fast have those young days faded

That even in sorrow were sweet?

Does Time with his cold wing wither

Each feeling that once was dear?

Come, child of misfortune!

come hither

I’ll weep with thee, tear for tear

Has love to that soul so tender

Been like our Lagenian mine

Where sparkles of golden splendour

All over the surface shine?

But if in pursuit we go deeper

Allur’d by the gleam that shone

Ah!

false as the dream of the sleeper

Like Love, the bright ore is gone

Has Hope, like the bird in the story

That flitted from tree to tree

With the talisman’s glittering glory --

Has Hope been that bird to thee?

On branch after branch alighting

The gem did she still display

And when nearest and most inviting

Then waft the fair gem away?

If thus the sweet hours have fleeted

When Sorrow herself look’d bright;

If thus the fond hope has cheated

That led thee along so light;

If thus, too, the cold world wither

Each feeling that once was dear:

Come, child of misfortune!

come hither

I’ll weep with thee, tear for tear