OH never another dream can be Like that early dream of ours, When the fairy Hope lay down to sleep, Like a child among the flowers. But Hope has waken'd since, and wept, Like a rainbow, itself away; And the flowers have faded and fallen around -- We have none for a wreath to-day. Now Wisdom wakes in the place of Hope, And our hearts are like winter hours: Ah! after life has been little worth That early dream of ours. |