NO MORE.

A tale there is of deepest woe,
Two little words that tale unfold,
Where’er we be, where’er we go,
They quit not their enduring hold.
In joy we meet, in sadness part,
While zephyrs whisper, tempests roar;
A blight upon the trust heart
Hall those two word, “No more!” No more!”

On simple faith and changeless love
Out bards with sweetest pathos dwell;
On constancy no power can move,
And truth defying Fortune’s spell.
Yet friends are sever’d, lovers part,
While kerchiefs wave upon the shore,
A death knell to the broken heart,
Ring out those words, “No more!” No more!”

Aaron Smith.