Songs in the twilight . ace. Lovely at all times ; either when the rain Comes driving thwart the heavens from rifted cloud; Or shrieks the storm like some lost soul in pain j Or roaring thunder wakes the echoes loud. Most beautiful when valleys smile again, And landscapes throwing off their misty shroud, The golden sunlight glorifies the plain. 54 THE LAKE COUNTRY. II. No spot without its beauty, far or near; Green glen and glade, huge scaur, and wood-clothed hill, Fair field and fell, and silver mountain-rill, And lakes where lilies, flowering all the mere, Glass their white loveliness in wat
Songs in the twilight . ace. Lovely at all times ; either when the rain Comes driving thwart the heavens from rifted cloud; Or shrieks the storm like some lost soul in pain j Or roaring thunder wakes the echoes loud. Most beautiful when valleys smile again, And landscapes throwing off their misty shroud, The golden sunlight glorifies the plain. 54 THE LAKE COUNTRY. II. No spot without its beauty, far or near; Green glen and glade, huge scaur, and wood-clothed hill, Fair field and fell, and silver mountain-rill, And lakes where lilies, flowering all the mere, Glass their white loveliness in waters clear That sleep beneath them, pure and cool and still. Here have I drunk of beauty to my fill. As friends who better known become more dear, So with thy charms. When life draws near the end, Ye shall be with me, hills and valleys green; And dying eyes from dying bed shall send A yearning look to each remembered scene, Fresh in my heart as though beheld yestreen; And thoughts of you with hopes of heaven shall ( 55 ) PAST AND PRESENT. fdsggrilJ) scenes are here; here is the ivied grange, i^t^Tb ^-n(^ ^ere ^e ^a^e» ^e Ya^e3r5 an(i the hill, Vi*t3P xne ^vood, the stream that turns the busy mill- The same as when by them I used to range. Though years have fled, yet nothing looketh strange, And as I gaze the Past seems with me still; The Past! the thought of which has power to thrill— The same, yet not the same. There is a change, And all around a different aspect wears. What is it ? Friends, the good and true, are gone, And with them gone the charm of happy years, And much that hope had fondly built upon; So from my heart well up unbidden tears, Tor dear ones who have left me one by one. 56 PAST AND PRESENT. II. Ah me ! I sicken for the dear old days,When friends and youth and joy enriched the time,And all came well: summer, or winters rime,Decembers cold, or sweet and blooming Mays,The stretch of wold, or shady forest-ways,Scent of bright gorse, or wafts of fragrant
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