My younger days had I refused, Now I’d stand in different shoes; I could throw this blanket off of me And this deadly sorrow that you see Then with a nod he solemnly winked, Try and remember Mr. Fink.
With a trembling he then relates Of his mighty love that’s turned to hate, He called a name that was once his wife. This was the pride that wrecked his life, Saying once I was rich, but now I beg. She’s the cause, a wretched old hag, Then there was love with a broken link Mournfully told by Mr. Fink.
Two gray heads bowed in tears, Above hung memories of wasted years, For once they were young with the blessings of health. They sought not happiness, righteousness nor wealth, But now they jog along to end of life’s rope, The end is not far, just o’er the slope. Their lives must be studied With their heads bloomed gray To direct souls Along life’s sweeter way. ’Twill teach you their sorrow Each day ’twill bring The joy that’s in our lives ’Twill loudly ring. But if heads are hard And holds within The things you crave Be worldly sins We’ll go down to a joyless end, Leaving sorrow to have its sway, We’ll be like those two I saw the other day.
Oh! cruel, cruel fate is mine, Why am I tortured with life so unkind. Cruel as the grave, it means peace for me, For there only, my sorrow, will e’er let me be. Peace or happiness, I truly know not, And gone art the sunshine that lightened my darkened spots The little birds for me do not sing so sweet And the roses have withered from the warm summer’s heat. --_Mrs. Perry H. McGee_
Your eyes so beautiful tells a tale And o’er me holds the bill of sale. With each glance they tenderly bring A little love song for my heart to sing. They hold the warmth around my soul With love, kind love, too sweet to be told.
Were my eyes allowed to tell How my poor heart beats by spells. For your love it really craves, Why send it down to its grave? Time take away my haunted years And your love, sweet love, that’s caused me tears.
Let your eyes shine for me real true, Then I’ll explain more love for you. The world then would cease my sorrow. This brings a brighter day to-morrow, Then forever we’d live in sweet loveland With love, much love, I’d hold your hand.