These memories and these sorrows all shall fade, On glide thy waters, till at last they flow Plies the quick needle till the stars grow pale. Oh, glide away from those abodes, that bring Pollution to thy channel and make foul Thy once clear current; summon thy quick waves The billowy mass, until the stain, at length, THE LIFE THAT IS. THOU, who so long hast pressed the couch of pain, Oh welcome, welcome back to life's free breathTo life's free breath and day's sweet light again, From the chill shadows of the gate of death! For thou hadst reached the twilight bound between And now, how gladly we behold, at last, The wonted smile returning to thy brow! The very wind's low whisper, breathing past, In the light leaves, is music to thee now. Thou wert not weary of thy lot; the earth Was ever good and pleasant in thy sight; Then welcome back to all thou wouldst not leave, To this grand march of seasons, days, and hours; The glory of the morn, the glow of eve, The beauty of the streams, and stars, and flowers; To eyes on which thine own delight to rest; The willing tasks of love, that made life dear. Welcome to grasp of friendly hands; to prayers Offered where crowds in reverent worship come, Or softly breathed amid the tender cares And loving inmates of thy quiet home. Thou bring'st no tidings of the better land, And well I deem, that, from the brighter side Upon thy spirit through the coming days. Twice wert thou given me; once in thy fair prime, Clustered and glowed where'er thy steps were set. And now, in thy ripe autumn, once again Given back to fervent prayers and yearnings strong, From the drear realm of sickness and of pain When we had watched, and feared, and trembled long. Now may we keep thee from the balmy air SONG. 66 THESE PRAIRIES GLOW WITH FLOWERS." THESE prairies glow with flowers, These groves are tall and fair, Rings in the morning air; And yet I pine to see My native hill once more, And hear the sparrow's friendly chirp Beside its cottage-door. And he, for whom I left My native hill and brook, Alas, I sometimes think I trace A coldness in his look! |