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Poems.
The child, when absent from the arms,
Of fond parental bliss,
Thinks that the world can boast no charms,
Like home and a parent's kiss.
Of fond parental bliss,
Thinks that the world can boast no charms,
Like home and a parent's kiss.
TIME.
Unheard, unseen, the rapid wheels of Time,
Pursue their noiseless, unobstructed round;
Urging us onward to a peaceful clime,
To silent realms, where solitude is found.
Pursue their noiseless, unobstructed round;
Urging us onward to a peaceful clime,
To silent realms, where solitude is found.
Sun, Moon and Stars alternate rise and set;
The tides perform their daily ebb and flow;
While fleeting Time envelopes with his net,
All that 's existing in this vale below.
The tides perform their daily ebb and flow;
While fleeting Time envelopes with his net,
All that 's existing in this vale below.
Time passes by us like the idle wind,
And we pass with it, yet we heed not where;
Reckless of all, if pleasure we but find,
And deem the future, scarce deserving care.
And we pass with it, yet we heed not where;
Reckless of all, if pleasure we but find,
And deem the future, scarce deserving care.
