• Life's sunniest hours are not without
    The shadow of some lingering doubt--
    Amid its brightest joys will steal
    Spectres of evil yet to feel--
    Its warmest love is blent with fears,
    Its confidence a trembling one--
    Its smile--the harbinger of tears--
    Its hope--the change of April's sun!
    A weary lot--in mercy given,
    To fit the chastened soul for heaven.