home longings.
185
We had not felt the blighting power
Of autumn's sad breath then.
And oh! for many a human flower
Ere young leaves spring again.
Of autumn's sad breath then.
And oh! for many a human flower
Ere young leaves spring again.
The eye of fire, where speaks the mind
In language deep and strong;
The heart, where glows the thought refined
Of rapture-breathing song.
The sunny smile, the voice of mirth,
Like us, shall pass away,—
Alas! ye children of the earth,
Ye bloom but to decay.
Yea, many a brow of beauty bright,
Unknown to grief or pain,
Shall sleep a long, long dreamless night,
Ere young leaves spring again.
In language deep and strong;
The heart, where glows the thought refined
Of rapture-breathing song.
The sunny smile, the voice of mirth,
Like us, shall pass away,—
Alas! ye children of the earth,
Ye bloom but to decay.
Yea, many a brow of beauty bright,
Unknown to grief or pain,
Shall sleep a long, long dreamless night,
Ere young leaves spring again.
Home Longings.
Isle of Erin, I am longing
Once again to tread thy shore;
Yearnings to this breast are thronging
To behold thy vales once more.
Ever and anon like shadows,
Do those wishes haunt my heart,
Which would 'mid the sunlit meadows,
Of my own old home depart.
Once again to tread thy shore;
Yearnings to this breast are thronging
To behold thy vales once more.
Ever and anon like shadows,
Do those wishes haunt my heart,
Which would 'mid the sunlit meadows,
Of my own old home depart.
