Oh! how sad the recollection! in the midst of joy it br springs; br What a train of faded pleasures that fond idea brings! br All those hours are gone for ever—they were sweet, but br pass'd away br Like the sunny clouds that vanish in the midst of dying br day. br br I have number'd all the sorrows this tortured heart has br known; br I have counted each delight I would ever call my own; br But the moments are so woven, that the guiding clew is br gone, br And the sorrow and the pleasure blended into one.