Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded

Has sorrow thy young days shaded
As clouds o’er the morning fleet?
Too fast have those young days faded
That even in sorrow were sweet?
Does Time with his cold wing wither
Each feeling that once was dear?
Come, child of misfortune! come hither
I’ll weep with thee, tear for tear
Has love to that soul so tender
Been like our Lagenian mine
Where sparkles of golden splendour
All over the surface shine?
But if in pursuit we go deeper
Allur’d by the gleam that shone
Ah! false as the dream of the sleeper
Like Love, the bright ore is gone
Has Hope, like the bird in the story
That flitted from tree to tree
With the talisman’s glittering glory --
Has Hope been that bird to thee?
On branch after branch alighting
The gem did she still display
And when nearest and most inviting
Then waft the fair gem away?
If thus the sweet hours have fleeted
When Sorrow herself look’d bright;
If thus the fond hope has cheated
That led thee along so light;
If thus, too, the cold world wither
Each feeling that once was dear:
Come, child of misfortune! come hither
I’ll weep with thee, tear for tear