Classic Poem

The dream of life is over,
The light of love is gone,
O! who would be a rover
On earth like me alone.

My early joys are blighted,
My friends are with the blest,
Deserted and benighted,
I long to be at rest.

My leave of life I'm taking,
I feel this cannot last
Yet though my heart is breaking,
It's sighs are for the past.

I feel my moments flying
But ere I cease to be
My latest prayer when dying
Will be blessings upon thee!