The happiest day—the happiest hour

My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,

The highest hope of pride, and power,

I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween

But they have vanish'd long alas!

The visions of my youth have been—

But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?

Another brow may ev'n inherit

The venom thou hast pour'd on me—

Be still my spirit.

The happiest day—the happiest hour