I WAS NOT ALWAYS SORROWFUL.
I was not always sorrowful,
Nor was I always sad;
Nay, fond hopes once dwelt in my heart,
And made my spirit glad.
Nor was I always sad;
Nay, fond hopes once dwelt in my heart,
And made my spirit glad.
But now those hopes have passed away—
Hopes far too bright to last;
They faded when the autumn flowers
Sank 'neath the autumn blast.
Hopes far too bright to last;
They faded when the autumn flowers
Sank 'neath the autumn blast.
Those gentle hopes have passed away—
Hopes unto mortals given,
That they may have a foretaste, here,
Of their blest home in heaven.
Hopes unto mortals given,
That they may have a foretaste, here,
Of their blest home in heaven.
