Poems.
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So may I live, that when death shall come
To summon my weary spirit home,
I may calmly pass from things of time,
To a better land and a purer clime;
Breathe not a sigh for this world of grief,
But gently depart like the yellow leaf.
To summon my weary spirit home,
I may calmly pass from things of time,
To a better land and a purer clime;
Breathe not a sigh for this world of grief,
But gently depart like the yellow leaf.
ON LISTENING TO THE LAUGHTER OF CHILDREN.
Laugh on! laugh on in thy sportive mirth,
Laugh on in thy childish glee;
I love the shout of thy joyous hearts,
In their undimmed brilliancy.
Laugh on! I love thy unhidden joy,
Thy feelings so bright and free,—
They breathe in such sweet and happy strains
Of thy young soul's purity.
Laugh on in thy childish glee;
I love the shout of thy joyous hearts,
In their undimmed brilliancy.
Laugh on! I love thy unhidden joy,
Thy feelings so bright and free,—
They breathe in such sweet and happy strains
Of thy young soul's purity.
Enjoy thy sports while thy life is fresh,
While thy youthful eyes are bright;
Ere the glittering scenes of childhood's dreams,
Shall have bowed to sorrow's blight.
While thy youthful eyes are bright;
Ere the glittering scenes of childhood's dreams,
Shall have bowed to sorrow's blight.
