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the dying boy.
"And I love to sport in the summer air,
When the sun shines bright and the earth looks fair,
And I love to play when the yellow light
Of autumn is shed upon tower and height,
And the joyous face of each playmate seems
Brightly tinged with the sunset beams.
When the sun shines bright and the earth looks fair,
And I love to play when the yellow light
Of autumn is shed upon tower and height,
And the joyous face of each playmate seems
Brightly tinged with the sunset beams.
"And 'tis sweet when autumn hours are gone,
And the winter darkling nights steal on,
To sit with friends round the cheerful hearth,
When the storm without cannot stop our mirth.
Ah! mother 'tis hard indeed to say
What season I'd like to be called away.
And the winter darkling nights steal on,
To sit with friends round the cheerful hearth,
When the storm without cannot stop our mirth.
Ah! mother 'tis hard indeed to say
What season I'd like to be called away.
"'Tis a withering thought for the youthful heart
So soon from this earth and its joys to part,
When its every tendril would seem entwined
Round the loved and the lovely we leave behind—
Thus fondly the things of Time we grasp,
And hold to the last with an ivy clasp."
So soon from this earth and its joys to part,
When its every tendril would seem entwined
Round the loved and the lovely we leave behind—
Thus fondly the things of Time we grasp,
And hold to the last with an ivy clasp."
The spring is past—the summer's glow
Sheds a radiance bright on all below—
A light breeze sweeps o'er a sunny lea,
Where young ones sport, and the voice of glee
Is borne to a spot, where a mother weeps
O'er a new made grave where her fair boy sleeps.
Sheds a radiance bright on all below—
A light breeze sweeps o'er a sunny lea,
Where young ones sport, and the voice of glee
Is borne to a spot, where a mother weeps
O'er a new made grave where her fair boy sleeps.
For the sunny hopes sweet spring-time gave
Passed like the sun on the western wave;
Passed like the sun on the western wave;
