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POEMS.
LIFE AND DEATH.
My weary life is almost o'er,—
Yon bright Heaven stands in view:
No more pain, and no more sorrow,—
Loved friends on earth I bid adieu.
Welcome death, and all beyond it:
From this earth I long to flee.
What is life? A living sorrow!
What is death? I trust in Thee.
From this earth I long to flee.
What is life? A living sorrow!
What is death? I trust in Thee.
REMEMBRANCE.
Ah, well do I remember,
For how can I forget
One moonlight eve of summer
When first by chance we met
On the loveliest isle that sparkles
In our own blue native sea,—
'Tis a chain that binds me ever
To loving thoughts of thee.
