ONE DEAR SMILE.

Couldst thou look as dear as when

First I sighed for thee;

Couldst thou make me feel again

Every wish I breathed thee then,

Oh, how blissful life would be!

Hopes that now beguiling leave me,

Joys that lie in slumber cold —

All would wake, couldst thou but give me

One dear smile like those of old.

No — there's nothing left us now,

But to mourn the past;

Vain was every ardent vow —

Never yet did Heaven allow

Love so warm, so wild, to last.

Not even hope could now deceive me —

Life itself looks dark and cold;

Oh, thou never more canst give me

One dear smile like those of old