ORIGINAL.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume I, Issue 217, 15 November 1866, Page 3

ORIGINAL.

REMEMBRANCE. Remembrance oft comes o'er me, at the closing hours of day, When the busy world is glowing with, the sun's departing ray, And as the monarch of the day is sinking to his rest, And crimsoning the bright blue sky that canopies the west, The scenes of dear departed days come crowding to my sight, When all to me seemed one bright day without a cloud of night; For then in childhood's -sunny prime my heart was young and gay, And thoughtlessly, in innocence, I passed each fleeting day. Oh! youth it is a happy time, when the heart is light and free, And knows no care or sorrow, but like the busy bee, That gathers honey from the flowers while the sun is high and bright, To fill his little store against the coming hours of night. It makes one think, with many a sigh, of happiness gone by, When I, a little child, had watched the spangled purple sky, And listened to the ocean's voice as it dashed upon the shore, Or -flung itself against the rocks with loud and angry roar. Why should I weep and think of friends long from my presence gone, Of lost loved dear, dear ones to me, who from this earth were torn? Alas ! my idle weeping can ne'er the lost regain, But remembrance, with soft soothing words, may comfort all my pain. Nelson, November, 1566. E. B.