The heart bowed down

The heart bowed down by the weight of woe
To weakest hopes will cling
To thought and impulse while they bow
That can no comfort bring
That can, that can no comfort bring
With those exciting scenes will blend
Over pleasure's path way thrown
But mem'ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own
That grief can call its own
That grief can call its own

The mind will in its worst despair
Still ponder over the past
On moments of delight that were
Too beautiful to last
That were too beautiful
That were too beautiful to last
To long departed years extended
It's visions with them flown
For mem'ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own
That grief can call its own
That grief can call its own