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LINES TO ———.
Such friends are, you know, very scarce; but a charm
Is added to life. O, how peaceful and calm
Would glide, ever glide it so tranquilly on;
Not a tear would then flow, not a sigh would be drawn.
Is added to life. O, how peaceful and calm
Would glide, ever glide it so tranquilly on;
Not a tear would then flow, not a sigh would be drawn.
When seated beside such an one—understand—
We crossed over bridges, and drove to the strand,
And halted there, near to a rampart of old;
The story—how sacred—our history has told;
Though reared in good faith it has gone to decay;
And where are our fathers who fell? where are they?
Their period is passed, and their life's crimson hue
Has mingled its streams with the bay's liquid blue.
We crossed over bridges, and drove to the strand,
And halted there, near to a rampart of old;
The story—how sacred—our history has told;
Though reared in good faith it has gone to decay;
And where are our fathers who fell? where are they?
Their period is passed, and their life's crimson hue
Has mingled its streams with the bay's liquid blue.
We planned for the future, and spoke of the past,
And wished that the present much longer might last,
And when interrupted, united above—
For this was an hour devoted to love.
The stoics may smile or condemn, if they choose,
But such a bright hour they would care not to lose;
Alas! they are fleeting—such blessings as these,
They fade like the blossoms that fall from the trees.
And wished that the present much longer might last,
And when interrupted, united above—
For this was an hour devoted to love.
The stoics may smile or condemn, if they choose,
But such a bright hour they would care not to lose;
Alas! they are fleeting—such blessings as these,
They fade like the blossoms that fall from the trees.
They leave their impressions on heart and on mind,
But still these impressions are not well defined;
We know they have been; but they passed quick away,
Like fragrance from flowers which bloom for a day;
Superior they who can rise above care,
And revel in beauties the seasons may wear,
And worship the Being who gave these their birth,
Diffusing His treasures so rich o'er the earth.
But still these impressions are not well defined;
We know they have been; but they passed quick away,
Like fragrance from flowers which bloom for a day;
Superior they who can rise above care,
And revel in beauties the seasons may wear,
And worship the Being who gave these their birth,
Diffusing His treasures so rich o'er the earth.
