THE PAST.

Daily Southern Cross, Volume I, Issue 33, 2 December 1843, Page 4

THE PAST.

Thou hauntest the cells of the inmost soul, Like a ghost that roams when the night-clouds roi 1 J>tf And thy voice is heard by the thoughtful mind, i d Like tones of the dead borne on by the wind. j '-{ We cherish the image of every hour, As a maid would dote on a withered flower : i ~w For the thought of love to her heart it brings, ■ !M And thou hast bright spots on tby pictured wioa ! To the childless heart that dtvelleth in care I j|i Thou bringest bright locks of clustering hair : j |» And the smiles onee worn, wreath round her own br ® And fill up the place of the lost and the bless'd. '% Like the placid stars, in the midnight skies, *'A Shine the holy Iight3 of the loving eyes 'M That spangle t!iy dome : and, with nought of gl m: if They beckon us on to the speechless tomb. ht What memories flit o'er the wildered brain, Repainting old pictures of joy or pain, "W" And whispering softly the half forgot fl* la this lengthen'd tale of our changeful lot ! fjjr To the pure and good thou canst sing again ?§^ Nought but a soft melodious strain, W< Such as the wild bird would chaunt on the spray f^ When streaked gold clouds watch the lingering i ( . ;S[_ s? But, ah i to the child of darkness and sin, -Jt What howling winds thou bringest within ; nL Like storm clouds, his thoughts one another do c& ! w Till his anguibh'd soul is worn by the race. .r£ Oh, let me then dwell with the beautiful ; If » Of love to my kind, let my heart be full ; Jk~ Let Purity Bbed o'er my path her light, And Holiness gaard through trials and night. f J) Then shall all memories be gentle and sweet. -*1~Like echoing tread of some fairie feet, . Jf And songs of the Past be chaunted again A Lo soothe into sleep the waitings of pain. m T As clouds in the west stretch after the sun, ► Or as eyes are turned to the lingering one, [g .••, So may I still look from my own bright west t| To the Past, and hear its low songs of rest. S MA*!