THE PAST.
YES, by-gone days have such a charm,
Unmatched by pleasure's gayest scene;
Pure and short, her childhood's happy day,
And boyhood's bright illusive dream!
Unmatched by pleasure's gayest scene;
Pure and short, her childhood's happy day,
And boyhood's bright illusive dream!
The hazle copse and wooded knoll,
Rise now again to us so fair;
When voices hushed and faces fled
Were once gay sporting with us there!
Rise now again to us so fair;
When voices hushed and faces fled
Were once gay sporting with us there!
At times, amidst the twilight, book in hand,
I watch the embers of the winter's fire;—
The grey past rises: again I see
A river, and a city's spire.
I watch the embers of the winter's fire;—
The grey past rises: again I see
A river, and a city's spire.
