Poems / Mary E. Tucker [electronic text]

DISAPPOINTMENT.

OH, how can I live in a torture so wild, And yet always be dreaming of bliss? Why not learn Fate has doomed me to be sorrow's child, And in meekness the heavy rod kiss?

I have lived for long months in a bright land of dreams, Dawning roseate as th' opening of day; But alas! the bright tints were but lightning gleams, Flashing wrath, and then fading away.

The bliss of the soul I have constantly sought, But alas! I have sought it in vain; On earth its base semblance is rended and bought, And I never will seek it again.

How I long for some spot in the solitude deep, All alone I could dwell there for years; My only companion, Repentance, and weep Living fountains of sorrowful tears.

I feel we are drifting too surely apart, And sadly I think of the pain, For my loss, which will gnaw the proud core of your heart, As alone you sail over life's main.

Oh, why do I sorrow? I know there is rest For the weary, in mansions above; And I long to go home to the land of the blest, And drink deep of God's pardoning love.