Classic Poem

Life we find is nevermore
What at first we thought;
When deceit beclouds it o'er,
Sad the change that's wrought.

Confidence with drooping heart
Sadly takes its flight;
Fondest love will sure depart—
Day seems dark as night.

All the love of tender years
Turns to bitter hate;
Though repentance comes with tears,
It may be “too late”—

Though the heart in anguish yearn,
Lay in sackcloth low;
Confidence will not return,
Shattered by a blow.

Then while you possess it whole,
Strive it to retain;
Heart of truth and purpose, soul
Cannot cause you pain.

May the tender power of love
Penetrate your life—
True as are the stars above,
And as free from strife.

What a tangled web we weave;
What a chain of sorrow!
When we practice to deceive,
Gloom comes with the morrow.