POEMS.
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Into the tract of Time's wide sea,
The sea that holds the dead,
Yet o'er me still the same sun gleams,
And keeps for me my summer dreams.
The sea that holds the dead,
Yet o'er me still the same sun gleams,
And keeps for me my summer dreams.
And now the autumn of my life,
Its tranquillising light,
Is round me, but I do not fear
The dark that brings the night:
For fairer than the silver ray
Of yonder moon is promised Day!
Its tranquillising light,
Is round me, but I do not fear
The dark that brings the night:
For fairer than the silver ray
Of yonder moon is promised Day!
THE RETURN OF SPRING.
I HEARD a clarion voice go by
The brooding mists of sea and sky.
The brooding mists of sea and sky.
It said, "Awake, O winds, and bring
The tarrying glories of the Spring."
The tarrying glories of the Spring."
It said unto the waves and sea,
"Ring out your chords of melody."
"Ring out your chords of melody."
It whispered to the feathered throng,
"Shout forth your merriest notes in song.
"Shout forth your merriest notes in song.
And to the sleeping flowers, " Arise,
And blossom sweetly 'neath the skies."
And blossom sweetly 'neath the skies."
The wide fields yielded forth their green,
Where long the ice-bound frost had been.
Where long the ice-bound frost had been.
To each hill-side and sheltered vale
The cuckoo told his tender tale.
The cuckoo told his tender tale.
