The Circle Broken
This dear, lone room, a sacred place—
Here friends have met in love’s embrace;
Here, too, have died the loved and dear,
The circle first was broken here.
The lonely hearth, the vacant chair,
But tell the father is not there.
The only daughter, loved and true,
Here bid earth’s scenes a last adieu.
I love here to recall the past,
And mourn o’er joys too bright to last.
In fancy’s vision here I see
Those forms so loved, so dear to me.