by Charles Bold.
Originally published in Bradshaw's Manchester Journal (Bradshaw & Blacklock) vol.1 #18 (28 Aug 1841).
The summer flow'rs are springing,
All beautiful and gay;
The summer birds are singing
Unto the gladsome day;
The sun dwells on the fountain,
With its waters gushing free;
And peasants from the mountain
Are dancing merrily.
And all around breathes gladness—
The sunnyness of day,
Save he who dwells in sadness
For lov'd ones far away;
On him the pale moon's shining
Falls heavy, cold, and chill;
And round his warm heart twining
Grief settles lone and still.
By the river and the wildwood—
Bright morn and evening dim—
The friends of home and childhood
Think—dream alone on him:
But the breezes which are sighing
Above the gentle wave
Shall breathe upon the dying,
And kiss his lonely grave.
June, 1841.