LIKE ONE WHO, DOOMED.

Like one who, doomed o'er distant seas

His weary path to measure,

When home at length, with favoring breeze,

He brings the far-sought treasure;

His ship, in sight of shore, goes down,

That shore to which he hasted;

And all the wealth he thought his own

Is o'er the waters wasted!

Like him, this heart, thro’ many a track

Of toil and sorrow straying,

One hope alone brought fondly back,

Its toil and grief repaying.

Like him, alas, I see that ray

Of hope before me perish,

And one dark minute sweep away

What years were given to cherish.