Life of John Boyle O'Reilly — Chapter 6

Have I no future left to me?Is there no struggling rayFrom the sun of my life outshiningDown on my darksome way?

Will there no gleam of sunshineCast o'er my path its light?Will there no star of hope ariseOut of this gloom of night?

Have I 'gainst Heaven's warningsSinfully, madly rushed?Else why were my heart-strings severed?Why was my love-light crushed?

Oh, I have hopes and yearnings-Hopes that I know are vain;And the knowledge robs Life of beauty,And Death of its only pain.