My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut!

MY heart is like a withered nut,

Rattling within its hollow shell;

You cannot ope my breast, and put Any thing fresh with it to dwell.

The hopes and dreams that filled it when Life's spring of glory met my view,

Are gone! and ne'er with joy or pain That shrunken heart shall swell anew.

My heart is like a withered nut;

Once it was soft to every touch,

But now 'tis stern and closely shut;-- I would not have to plead with such.

Each light-toned voice once cleared my brow,

Each gentle breeze once shook the tree Where hung the sun-lit fruit, which now Lies cold, and stiff, and sad, like me!

My heart is like a withered nut-- It once was comely to the view;

But since misfortune's blast hath cut,

It hath a dark and mournful hue.

The freshness of its verdant youth Nought to that fruit can now restore;

And my poor heart,

I feel in truth,

Nor sun, nor smile shall light it more!