A GENTLE story of two lovers young, Who met in innocence and died in sorrow, And of one selfish heart, whose rancor clung Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow The lore of truth from such a tale? Or in this world's deserted vale, Do ye not see a star of gladness Pierce the shadows of its sadness, -- When ye are cold, that love is a light sent From heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the innocent? |