James Nack

Jan 4, 1809 - 1879


The Lock Of Hair

by James Nack

She loved me well, whose precious head
This cherished ringlet bore;
Yet there will come a time I dread,
When she will love no more:
A thousand chances will occur
Her kindness to estrange;
This little lock is all of her
That time will never change!
And when the lip that once I prest
No smile to me will give,
This ringlet in my lonely breast
Shall bid some comfort live;
And when some happier heart shall bless
The love I must resign,
How will I prize this little tress,
Unaltered still and mine!
I have but little joy on earth
Or hope of joy above,
Save one that every joy is worth --
The Paradise of love:
Why must I know it will not last,
That fate will only spare,
Of all the love and rapture past,
One little lock of hair!


The Romance Of The Ring, And Other Poems.
Copyright 1859
Delisser & Procter, 508 Broadway, New York