Marcus Samuel Cam Rickards Soliloquies in Song

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Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Thou didst not tell me that the glow Of passionate desire would go That every flower from Evil's root Must fade to leave a bitter fruit That as into a rainy night The hues of sundown die, So Sin is melting when most bright; And I have reaped the due of Right, Nor wept the tears of Wrong, in Spite Of thy gay sophistry. Nor didst thou warn me till too late That I must arm to meet the Fate Which levels low and lofty things, And bids young Love unfurl his wings, And varies failure with success To disappoint the more. Unguided could I ever guess The avenues to happiness? I might have wandered to distress Thro' many an open door.