WAVES OF THOUGHT.
S wave on wave successive rolling, Dashing headlong on the shore,So thought.comes chasing busy thought, Turning memory's pages o'er.Laughing hours, and by-gone pleasures, Misty mantle round me fold,As if to shut out sorrow's face, Which haunts me ever pale and cold.
Memory brings each mirror'd picture, While I musing sad and lone,Recall one dear face now averted, One flower from my pathway gone.
Through the chasing tears that blind me, Mingling with the parting waveThat wears upon its crested forehead The dripping weed it loves to lave,
