They say that Hope is happiness–
But genuine Love must prize the past;
And Mem’ry wakes the thoughts that bless;
They rose the first — they set the last.
And all that mem’ry loves the most
Was once our only hope to be:
And all that hope adored and lost
Hath melted into memory.
Alas! it is delusion all —
The future cheats us from afar:
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.