Sympathy.Obscuring its beautiful light, Is thy pathway bereft of adorning And shorn of each dear delight? Doth waves of destruction tower o'er thee, Like the foam-crested waves of the deep, Is no rescue, no refuge before thee__ Come, sad one, and with thee I'll weep. Have the trusted friends that you cherished Proven false as the mirage's gleam; Has hope in thy fond bosom perished Hast thou waked from thy beautiful dream? A dream of all thy bright fancies__ Thy loftiest, purest ideal__ From the dream.which ever entrances, Hast thou waked to discover the real? Art weary and worn with tossing about, Thine eyes with tears brimming o'er, Art torn with suspicion and vexed by doubt, Till the heart within thee is sore? Have the joys of thy life all departed__ Vanished beyond recall__ Then come, with thy grief heavy-hearted, My tears with thine own shall fail. __Mrs. Ella Goodwin, Ludell. |
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 145
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