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POEMS.
For mournfully, as in a dream,
The time will linger on,
And our thoughts will haunt that foreign home
When from us ye are gone!
The time will linger on,
And our thoughts will haunt that foreign home
When from us ye are gone!
Ye leave us—oh! beloved ones;
But night and day our prayers
Will cling around the distant bark
Our pilgrim-band that bears.
But night and day our prayers
Will cling around the distant bark
Our pilgrim-band that bears.
And oh! may ye, in brighter days,
When coming years have flown,
Return to those whose sun will set,
When from them ye are gone!
H. A.
When coming years have flown,
Return to those whose sun will set,
When from them ye are gone!
H. A.
THE TRYSTING TREE.
'Neath the trysting tree, on a summer's day,
Sat a maiden young and fair;
Bright was the glance of her laughing eye,
Dark was her braided hair:
And her downcast face look'd sweeter still,
When her lover hied him there.
Sat a maiden young and fair;
Bright was the glance of her laughing eye,
Dark was her braided hair:
And her downcast face look'd sweeter still,
When her lover hied him there.
