« AnteriorContinuar »
That we pictured as bright,
And we found as frail too, As the gossamer's web
With its garlands of dew.
All the glitter that dazzled,
The newness that won, Fade away from our reason,
Like clouds from the sun; As the angel of truth,
Growing bright through our tears, Shows the world but a desert,
When sorrow appears.
Our childhood is fleet,
As a dream of the night; And youth fades anon,
Like the flower in sunlight: And manhood soon ripens
As corn for the flail ; And age drops to dust,
Like the leaves on the gale.
Thus, year after year,
Life's enchantments decay ;
So buoyantly gay,
Or chastened by woe,
But man has a spirit
The world cannot bind,
And leaves darkness bebind;
Breathe a holier sound,
Again may be found !
THE HISTORY OF A LIFE.
Day dawned. Within a curtained room,
Day closed. A child had seen the light.
Springs came. The lady's grave was green,
Years fled. He wore a manly face,
And then! He died l- -Behold before ye
THE LOVE OF OTHER DAYS.
'Tis past! we've learned to live apart;
And with a faint and gradual ray, All hope hath faded from my heart,
Like sunset on an autumn day. Forgetful of these hours of pain, They tell me I shall love again.
Perhaps I may! we laugh at jests
Some buried friend at random made : Peace steals within our grieving breasts,
As sunbeams pierce the forest shade : We learn to fling all mourning by~ Even that which clothed our memory!
Therefore I do believe this woe.
Like other things, will fade and pass ; And my crush'd heart spring up and blow,
Like flowers among the trodden grass : But ere I love, it must be longThe habits of the heart are strong.
Ere my accustomed eye can seek
In some new, unfamiliar face,
And lent thine eye a softer grace,
Ere my poor ear, that hath been used
To live upon thy angel voice ;
And forced to wander for a choice,
Ere the true heart thou couldst deceive,
Can hope, and dream, and trust once more, And from another's lips believe
All that the lips so falsely swore, And hear those vows of other years Without a burst of bitter tears :
Ere I have half my mind explain'd
To one who shares my thoughts too late ; With weary tongue, and spirit pain'd,
And heart that still feels desolateHave travell'd through those by-gone days, Which madę life barren to my gaze :
What years must pass ! in this world's strife,
How small will be my portion then : The fainting energies of life
Will scarcely serve to love again. Love! to the pale, uncertain flame, The fervent god denies his name.
No! let no'wrong'd heart look to mine :
Such fate the wanderer hath in store, Who worships at a ruin'd shrine,
Where altar-fires can burn no more ;
Vain is the incense-vain the prayerNo deity is lingering there!
Ohl never more shall trust return,
Trust, by which love alone can live: Even while I woo, my heart shall yearn
For answers thou wert wont to give, And my faint sighs shall echoes be Of those I breathed long since to thee!
May's a word 'tis sweet to hear,