The Singer - A poem by Colfax Burgoyne Harman

The Singer.

I was lying low, low in the sere vale of grief.
Cloud and gloom hung oppressingly o'er me.
The future was midnight before me^___
No star and no sign of relief;
But my season of sorrow was brief;
For a balm came to soothe and restore me.
It seemed that a seraph's wings bore me
To realms where enjoyment was chief.
A song, as a voice 'twere from heaven,
Waft softly sweet strains to my ear,
And the cloud of my sorrow was riven,
And my soul filled with solace and cheer.
Think I not of the singer who breathed the sweet;
song?
Yea, cherish her memory long, oh, so long!

^__Colfax Burgoyne Harman

Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)
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