Oh! how sad the recollection! in the midst of joy it
 springs;
What a train of faded pleasures that fond idea brings!
All those hours are gone for ever?they were sweet, but
 pass'd away
Like the sunny clouds that vanish in the midst of dying
 day.

I have number'd all the sorrows this tortured heart has
 known;
I have counted each delight I would ever call my own;
But the moments are so woven, that the guiding clew is
 gone,
And the sorrow and the pleasure blended into one.

That one?oh! when we parted, it was glittering in that
 tear;
That one?'twas in the accents that told we both were
 dear:


It dwelt in those fond glances, too fleet, too early past;
It lived in that embrace?the tenderest?the last!

The last! oh, in that word there are ages of despair!
No summer thought of brightness can dwell untroubled
 there;
Yet my soul was in that moment so fraught with joy and
 pain,
And ' tis only recollection can give back the soul again!