Original Poetry
... I rl vot. I STANZAS. The summer flowers are faded, The summer breeze is gone, The sun is cold and distant, Like the hopes that lured mne on: The red lear, sere and withered, Lies thick upon my way; Each omen round about me Speaks of ruin and decay. One brilliant star was lent me To light life's dreary road; One gentle kindred spirit, To share my heavy load: That light is quenched-that spirit ...