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TO MY FATHER.
When in the rosy dawn of youth, Thy loved one at thy side,She stood beneath the orange bower Thy newly plighted bride.Yes, tho' time's frost is on thy head, His furrows on thy brow,The love that warmed thy young heart then Burns there as brightly now.
Tho' many years may flee away, Tho' sorrows o'er thee roll,Still will the love-chords struck in youth Vibrate upon the soul.Life's sunny side has passed, and now, Thou gazest on the plainThat rolls afar beyond thine eye To endless joy or pain.
But though thy sun of mirth be set, No more to gild thy way,May gentle beams of holy peace Light thy declining day.
