The Happiest Day
The happiest day--the happiest hourMy seared and blighted heart hath known,The highest hope of pride and power,I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? Yes! such I weenBut they have vanished long, alas!The visions of my youth have been--But let them pass.
And pride, what have I now with thee?Another brow may ev'n inheritThe venom thou hast poured on me--Be still my spirit!
The happiest day--the happiest hourMine eyes shall see--have ever seenThe brightest glance of pride and powerI feel have been:
But were that hope of pride and powerNow offered with the painEv'n then I felt--that brightest hourI would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloyAnd as it fluttered--fellAn essence--powerful to destroyA soul that knew it well.
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