Untitled[The Happiest Day]The happiest day — the happiest hour My sear’d and blighted heart hath known,The highest hope of pride, and power, I feel hath flown.Of power! said I? yes! such I ween But they have vanish’d long alas!The visions of my youth have been — But let them pass.And, pride, what have I now with thee? Another brow may ev’n inheritThe venom thou hast pour’d on me — Be still my spirit.The happiest day — the happiest hour Mine eyes shall see — have ever seenThe brightest glance of pride and power I feel — have been:But were that hope of pride and power Now offer’d, with the painEv’n then I felt — that brightest hour I would not live again:For on its wing wall dark alloy And as it flutter’d — fellAn essence — powerful to destroy A soul that knew it well.