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O! WHAT sights hath the eye not seen!
Sounds of delight on every breeze!
But the eye hath not seen, nor the ear hath heard,
W. S. M.
“BELOVED VALE!" I said, " when I shall con
Wanted, a hand to hold mine own,
As down life’s vale I glide ;
For ever by my side.
With step secure and free,
Over life's path with me.
A head above mine own
Its shadow o'er me thrown.
Mine own might look, and see Uprisings from a guileless heart
O'erflown with love for me.
Wanted, a whose kindest smile
Would speak for me alone ; A voice, whose richest melody
Would breathe aftection's tone.
Wanted, a true religious soul,
To pious purpose given,
The road that leads to heaven. ANON. 76
GIFTS FOR THE PAST.
The past-now what shall we give the past ?
Oh! give it tears
O'er our early years :
For the grief behind and the gloom before;
It will perish by those whom it could not save: Long may it mourn over those beneath,
Lingering a life that is worse than death; For brief is the reign of the sunny hour,
Long is the shadow and the shower: For pleasures in which we take no part,
For weariness lying like frost on the heart,
Oh, give it tears!
Oh, give it smiles.
No more beguiles :
For the friends whose fattery we now derideThey came to our side in the leaf and the flower,
They all fell off in the winter hour: