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Poems.
There will come an hour to one and all,
When the light of youth hath fled,
That will tell thy heart its joyousness
With the wings of Time hath sped.
When the light of youth hath fled,
That will tell thy heart its joyousness
With the wings of Time hath sped.
Laugh on! while thy sunny, smiling brows;
Are untouched by earthly cares;
Ere thy spirit's innate buoyancy,
A graver aspect wears.
Laugh on! there's nought like childhood's power,
To kindle deep emotion;
For childhood's memories lie hid,
Like pearls within the ocean.
Are untouched by earthly cares;
Ere thy spirit's innate buoyancy,
A graver aspect wears.
Laugh on! there's nought like childhood's power,
To kindle deep emotion;
For childhood's memories lie hid,
Like pearls within the ocean.
THE DEPARTURE.
The canvas is spread and the anchor is weighed,
The time of departure quite long hath been staid;
The breeze freshens up, while the waters are high,
The sun in his splendor illumines the sky;
The pure breath of ocean I long to inhale,
Ere night throws its shadows around us I sail.
As onward I speed o'er the ocean's wide breast,
The "pleasures of memory" will be my lone guest.
The time of departure quite long hath been staid;
The breeze freshens up, while the waters are high,
The sun in his splendor illumines the sky;
The pure breath of ocean I long to inhale,
Ere night throws its shadows around us I sail.
As onward I speed o'er the ocean's wide breast,
The "pleasures of memory" will be my lone guest.
