Classic Poem

The past we know—but hope can find no rest
In what is gone—times flood is rolling there
& childhoods play green memorys once so blest
& youths love bowers so ignorant of care
Are over whelmed in waters of despair
Hopes dreary visits there can find no rest
But turns agen to this sad heart to sigh
The past is past—the present is distress
Hope sickens in the storms that pass not bye
While deep as darkness fates hid mysterys lie
Whose very shadows seems to startle fear
& shrinks from knowledge that approaches nigh
The knowledge where futurity sojourns
Where every traveller goes & none returns