The happiest day \u00e2\u20ac\u201d the happiest hour
\n My sear’d and blighted heart hath known,
\n The highest hope of pride, and power,
\n I feel hath flown.<\/p>\n
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween
\n But they have vanish’d long alas!
\n The visions of my youth have been \u00e2\u20ac\u201d
\n But let them pass.<\/p>\n
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
\n Another brow may ev’n inherit
\n The venom thou hast pour’d on me \u00e2\u20ac\u201d
\n Be still my spirit.<\/p>\n
The happiest day \u00e2\u20ac\u201d the happiest hour
\n Mine eyes shall see \u00e2\u20ac\u201d have ever seen
\n The brightest glance of pride and power
\n I feel \u00e2\u20ac\u201d have been:<\/p>\n
But were that hope of pride and power
\n Now offer’d, with the pain
\n Ev’n then I felt \u00e2\u20ac\u201d that brightest hour
\n I would not live again:<\/p>\n
For on its wing wall dark alloy
\n And as it flutter’d \u00e2\u20ac\u201d fell<\/p>\n
An essence \u00e2\u20ac\u201d powerful to destroy
\n A soul that knew it well<\/p>\n