O' the Beautiful Soul Who's Met with Troubles

[stigmaticman]

to lovely eyes
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O' the Beautiful Soul Who's Met with Troubles

O' the beautiful soul who's met with troubles,
Woe, come the day when your stars have fallen,
When the darkest of nights, it seems, has come,
When all alone, and a friend would be welcome;
The very lights that once gave you hope, gone,
As if sunken into the past's darkened well,
And the empty space tries pulling you in!
Recall when love was kind, when life was gentle,
When the cool night air 'came the meeting place,
And wonder touched your heart by the expanse,
Awake, those nights, und'r the wonders that be;
And the joy that came in rivers and streams,
And campfire-light made a ghost of the surroundings,
And life felt warmer by the crackling fire,
And the crickets, aroused, with much to say,
Had filled the woods with friendly conversation,
Such, that would follow you into your tent,
And, trust, nothing but rest would come of it.
If you've days like these, that once brought you peace,
May you, Godspeed, but op'n the memories.