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poems.
TO A FRIEND.
Now, while the waters of the waveless stream
Utter no song beneath the zephyr's wing,
Come let us wander 'neath the moon's pale beam,
And far away all clouds of sorrow fling.
Utter no song beneath the zephyr's wing,
Come let us wander 'neath the moon's pale beam,
And far away all clouds of sorrow fling.
Oh, life has far too many lovely hours;
Man should not mourn when nature is so fair;
There is no sun! yet sweetly bend the flow'rs
Refresh'd by dew-drops gently falling there.
Man should not mourn when nature is so fair;
There is no sun! yet sweetly bend the flow'rs
Refresh'd by dew-drops gently falling there.
No moment passes but a mercy's giv'n,
No hour shaded but may be bless'd with peace;
Care lives below, but ever bright is heav'n;
Oh, may we praise and let our mournings cease.
No hour shaded but may be bless'd with peace;
Care lives below, but ever bright is heav'n;
Oh, may we praise and let our mournings cease.
LINES TO A YOUNG FRIEND.
(Given with a picture of a young man crossing the Alps.)
Behold the youth who hastens on
O'er Alpine heights and foaming streams,
But fixes all his hopes upon
The goal of his fondest dreams.
O'er Alpine heights and foaming streams,
But fixes all his hopes upon
The goal of his fondest dreams.
So be thou blest amid life's storms;
So high and upward be thy way;
Heaven shield thee safe from all alarms,
And guide thee to eternal day.
So high and upward be thy way;
Heaven shield thee safe from all alarms,
And guide thee to eternal day.
