Song.—yes, I Had Hope
Yes! I had hope when first we met,
by Louisa Stuart Costello
For hope and joy were in thine eye;
'Twas long before I could forget,
I trusted thee so tenderly.
And even now, though years are flown,
And all that charm'd me then was vain,
I think on happy moments flown,
Until they seem to live again.
But I awake to truth and woe,
And vanish'd is the pleasing dream,
Like the frail shade the moonbeams throw,
Or image in the passing stream