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Poems (Douglas)/The Stream of Life

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4587139Poems — The Stream of LifeSarah Parker Douglas
The Stream of Life.
Life's infant stream, how calm and fair,And beautiful it lies,It's silv'ry surf reflecting clearYoung morning's cloudless skies!How smooth our little barque glides onUpon the sunny stream—How everything we gaze uponLooks bright as poet's dream.
Unruffled by one breeze of careThe waters onward glide,Unbittered by one woe-fraught tearFlows on the lucid tideOr if a tear should chance to fallIn childish sorrowing,'Tis lighter than the dewy pearlShook from the skylark's wing.
And oh! what sweet and gladsome bowersThe sunny banks adorn—We reach and pluck the fadeless flowersThat bloom without a thorn; With bounding heart we rapturous drinkFrom young joy's guileless spring,Nor ever in that bright hour thinkWhat sorrows yet shall ring
The heart round which dance dreamy things,Bright as the golden beamThe orb of day effulgent flingsUpon the silver stream.On, onward by the current borne,We reach the stream of youth;We fancy, as in life's young morn,All innocence and truth:
We see the flowers we loved so much,And try to catch the joy;We, passing, grasp—but at our touchThe transient glories die.Now fancy's rainbow tints pourtrayOur path, along the waveAll sunshine, and the colours gay,Hide far the distant grave.
The stream is deeper, wider now,And fitful gales arise;Deep whirlpools grumble far below,And darker seem the skies.We're launch'd on manhood's watery Waste—-We drink of manhood's cup—'Tis gall and acid to the taste—Ah! where's the honied drop?
Hope, like a phantom, but alluresOur path from wave to wave,With joys that never can be oursOn this side of the grave.As little wanton school-boys tryTheir shadow to outrun,So we pursue the fleeting joy,And end as we began.
Then back, through disappointment's tears,On by-past scenes we gaze;There, in the vale of other years,The stream of early days,Bright as the azure vault above,In hallow'd glory lies:Oh! all is happiness and love'Neath young life's sunny skies.