. Godey's lady's book . res once mine And seasons of sorrow and ruth. I wander again by the streams, I stroll by the woodlands away,And listen again to the songs of the birds Half hid in the zephyr-rocked spray ;They fall on a spirit that echoes their joy, As happy, as careless as they. I greet my companions again, I see the bright glance of tbe eye,And hear the light voices that merrily tell Ofa wild and exuberant joy;Like the dim, fleeting shadows that haunt me in dreams, They pass in my fantasy by. Ah, W , I see thee once more In the pride of thy vigor and grace,Ere the grim king of terrors
. Godey's lady's book . res once mine And seasons of sorrow and ruth. I wander again by the streams, I stroll by the woodlands away,And listen again to the songs of the birds Half hid in the zephyr-rocked spray ;They fall on a spirit that echoes their joy, As happy, as careless as they. I greet my companions again, I see the bright glance of tbe eye,And hear the light voices that merrily tell Ofa wild and exuberant joy;Like the dim, fleeting shadows that haunt me in dreams, They pass in my fantasy by. Ah, W , I see thee once more In the pride of thy vigor and grace,Ere the grim king of terrors had chilled thy warm heart And blanched the rich bloom on thy face;And again oer the hills and the valleys away Our loug-faded pleasures retrace. Then a sigh for the days that are gone, A sigh for delights that are oer,And a tear of regret for the friends of my youth— The buried companions of the blare of the world breaks again on my ear, And drowns the sweet thoughts in its war. SLATE PICTURES FOR NOVELTIES FOE NOYEMBEK. Fie. 1.
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