I THE happiest day-the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween But they have vanished long, alas! The visions of my youth have been But let them pass. III And pride, what have I now with thee? Another brow may ev’n inherit The venom thou hast poured on me Be still my spirit! IV The happiest day-the happiest hour Mine eyes shall see-have ever seen The brightest glance of pride and power I feet have been: V But were that hope of pride and power Now offered with the pain Ev’n then I felt-that brightest hour I would not live again: VI For on its wing was dark alloy And as it fluttered-fell An essence-powerful to destroy A soul that knew it well. 1827.