Robert Laurence Binyon - Disappointment lyrics

And were they but for this, those pa**ionate schemes Of joy, that I have nursed? indeed for this That longings, day and night, have filled my dreams? Now it has come, the hour of bliss, How different it seems! So thought I bitterly: but on my bed As I lay lone and restless, in my ear, Falling from some far place of peace o'erhead Through the still dark, I seemed to hear These accents softly shed: ``Wouldst thou then, child, from this invading pain Find refuge, and relax thy suffering will In tears? To peace wouldst thou indeed attain? Remember all thy courage; still True to thyself remain! ``What is it to thee, if some wished delight. That from the future beckoned thee, at last Comes changed, its former glory faded quite? Fly the perfidious Hours; keep fast Within, the springs of light! ``What is it to thee, if in some dear mind Another is remembered, more than thou? Quench that poor envy; let no gazer find Aught in thine acts or on thy brow But what is sweet and kind! ``For how shall that pure spirit, whom vain things flee, Whom pa**ion's ebbs and floods delight not, Love The consolation of the world, if he Out of his course so lightly move, Immortal and eternal be? ``Take courage! peace at last and joy attend The true--fixt heart that mocks Time's envious power; The heart that, tender even to the end, Exacts not joy from any hour, Nor love from any friend.'' Alas! how oft I have wished that voice had spared Its counsel stern, nor pointed me through tears My path! How oft, to feet stumbling and scarred, That path impossible appears; Which yet is only hard.