Like him who mourns a jewel lost
In some unfathomable sea,
The precious gem he cherish'd most-
So, dearest, do I mourn for thee.

For oh! the future is as dark
As is the ocean's barren plain,
Whose restless waters wear no mark
To guide his eyes, who seeks in vain.

True, reckless Fancy dares invade
The realm of time's uncounted hours,
As fondly gay, as if she stray'd
In safety through a land of flowers.

And still doth hope shine bright and warm-
But oh! the light with which it cheers,
My darling one, but glows to form
A rainbow o'er a vale of tears.