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Poems.
Awhile the boats majestic glide,
In fancied safety, side by side,
Much to the youth's delight;
Who little deemed the hour was nigh,
When all those heartfelt joys would fly,
Before misfortune's blight.
And well for us we cannot see,
All the ills that are to be.
In fancied safety, side by side,
Much to the youth's delight;
Who little deemed the hour was nigh,
When all those heartfelt joys would fly,
Before misfortune's blight.
And well for us we cannot see,
All the ills that are to be.
The wind blew stronger from the shore,
And farther down the stream it bore
Their little fragile boats;
Till, carried by the current's force,
A rock soon checked their rapid course,
And on the surface floats
The wreck of both those vessels small,
The Boys' fond hopes, their little all.
And farther down the stream it bore
Their little fragile boats;
Till, carried by the current's force,
A rock soon checked their rapid course,
And on the surface floats
The wreck of both those vessels small,
The Boys' fond hopes, their little all.
And thus we do a picture see,
Of earthly hopes uncertainty,
Upon the sea of Time;
With buoyancy we look before,
And brightest visions stealing o'er,
Speak of another clime.
But fondest hopes are often lost,
And on despair's dark quicksands tost.
Of earthly hopes uncertainty,
Upon the sea of Time;
With buoyancy we look before,
And brightest visions stealing o'er,
Speak of another clime.
But fondest hopes are often lost,
And on despair's dark quicksands tost.
