Alfred Marmaduke Hobby

“ My future thou must fill,
O’er ruined hopes, and broken vow,
I can but love thee still.
Man loves but once, a mournful truth,
No idle jest nor dream,
If disappointment blights in youth,
Then winter reigns supreme. ”

“ The waning moon goes coldly down
On frozen fields and forests bare.
The solemn stars are glittering high,
While here my lonely watch I keep,
To guard the brave with anxious eye,
Who sweetly dream and soundly sleep. ”