Oh! there are moments of our life a part

Oh! there are moments of our life a part, When the soul’s passion is too vast, too deep For Sorrow’s shafts to pierce the quivering heart; Feeling is numbed in a half-conscious sleep, In aching weariness the senses steep, And a cold chill like death-breath freezes o’er The fount of tears, and will not let one weep. Then pent within the spirit’s inmost core The fire burns but consumes not, burning evermore.