A Song
AH, say “to-morrow ” softly, lest thou wake
Some sleeping sorrow!
How knowest thou what drowsing fates attend
That unborn morrow?
Some sleeping sorrow!
How knowest thou what drowsing fates attend
That unborn morrow?
Ah, dream not dreams too splendid, lest They mock thy care;
Ah, Hope, burn not too brightly, lest thy torch
Should light despair!
Ah, Hope, burn not too brightly, lest thy torch
Should light despair!
Arthur Ketchum.