Selected Poetry.

Western Star, Issue 910, 3 January 1885, Page 2 (Supplement)

Selected Poetry.

FAREWELL.

Farewell, farewell! 0, proudly rides Thy vessel o’er the foam, But every wave that flakes her sides Will speak to thee of home, And each bold crag that meets thine eye, Above the ocean’s swell, Will bring thee back to scenes gone by, 4 To hear again “ Farewell.” Farewell, farewell, to hearts that love, Oh, keen the parting pain! And slow the passing years will move Until wa meet again.

New lights around thy hearth may glow, And other friends be thine; But, till thy life-blood cease its flow, Thy heart will cherish mine, « And well I know when night’s dork veil Throws round thee its soft spell, Itt visioned joy tl y soul will hail / The friends that sighed " farewell.” and oh! if thou recall Do thou forget, forgive her all, yWfio still was true to thee, And tenderly, as of the dead. Do thou her follies tell; Who still lives o'er that parting dread, ; , And ever weeps “ farewell.” : Farewell, farewell! and if no more Thy dear-loved face I see, Will Time, the healer, e’er smooth o’er The wound now bleeding free f Will e’er content or calm despair Arise st last to quell The quivering anguish of the prayer In that sad wordfarewell.” > Farewell, farewell, to hearts that love, O, keen the parting pain £ And slow the passing years will move Until we meet again { M. B.

i«r. . rfl; v .. A DREAM. ■ ~j A slender form, a girlish face, . 'Blue eyes and golden hair; Sweet lips, dear lips! and sanny smiles, At vision angel fair! ! . Oh, geiitle eyes I Oh, cruel eyeo I '.Why •'will you haunt me so P Fihediwith the old sweet tenderness, The love of long ago. A merry laugh, a pleasant voice. Sweet chimes, like silver bells; Old musio, unforgotten still. Around me rings and swells, 0& wooing voice! Oh, cruel voice I Why will you haunt me so ? Speaking the old, sweet tenderness, , The love of long ago. . \ f Ah angel form, a blessed face, . 'i A picture fading never! ■ . ; The anguish of a vanished hope, j Tnat clings to me forever, Obi blessed dream ! Oh, cruel dream I Why will'you haunt me so P ! f?ad with the old sweet tenderness, i. The love of long ago.;

; , BECbITCILIATiON. As through the land at eve we went And plucked the ripened ears, We fell out, my wife and I; Oh, we fell out, I know not why. And kissed again with tears. For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years. There above the little grave, ; Ob, there above the little jgrave, , :We kissed again with teare. .‘Mi \ < ZfelSjWO#.