The National Republican And Ohio Political Register

By Mrs. Cornwall Barry Wilson,
I now changed to me the glittering scene.
Since last I trod its winding maze!-
Oh, why should sorrow intervene,
To blight the hopes of other days?
Amid this busy crowd, I view
No form-no face-I wished to see!
There's not, in all this mirthful crew,
One eye, whose smile gives joy to me!
Those who have felt the icy chill
That steals thro' all the trembling frame-
The throbbing pulse--the sick'ning thrill-
The beating heart-the bursting brain-
The listless apathy of mind-
The fever of the aching breast-
The cold fixed brow, that looks resigned,
Yet inly pines, and does not rest
The weary limbs that taste not sleep,
But vainly turn and court repose
The leaden eye that cannot weep,
Whose sorrow freezes as it flows.
The total hopelessness of heart
That fondly cherishes its grief,
That grows enamored of its smart.
And seeks not, wishes not relief-
Oh! such alone can tell the pain
That wrings the heart, and ceases never,
When Fate unlinks the golden chain
Which Love had forged to last for ever;
No other tie the soul can bind,
The world becomes a dreary void;
No future bliss can sooth the mind,
That mourns o'er hopes destroyed!