STANZAS .WRITTEN IN DEJECTION

by Sir Tollemache Sinclair.

Would that in loved eyes I could bask. That some heart would yield me a sigh, Can no one love me fain would ask

In vain I seek above to soar.

To fix my mortal gaze on high, My wings are torn, I can no more

Fly.

When wrapt in thought upon the ground, My harp I eagerly would try.

From heaven I fancy voices sound

Nigh.

I listen then those notes to hear, Does some good angel pass me by ? To her or him I fain would near

Hie.

When on the bed of Death I'll lie, On way to home beyond the sky, Shed but one tear when sadly I

Die.

When'neath the green sod I fast sleep, Will none feel towards me any tie, Or stop or for one instant weep Why?