When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.

A flow'ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying; Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying