The heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling. Alfred Bunn More Quotes by Alfred Bunn More Quotes From Alfred Bunn The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hope will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can no comfort bring, That can, that can no comfort bring, With those exciting scenes will blend, O'er pleasure's pathway thrown; But mem'ry is the only friend That grief can call its own. Alfred Bunn grief weight heart I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls, That I was the hope and the pride. Alfred Bunn wall pride sides The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past. Alfred Bunn glory light past
