 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
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TO MY PARENTS.
As he who, travelling through a lengthened day,Reaches at summer eve some green hill-side,
And, looking back, sees veiled in twilight gray
The dreary path through which he lately hied,
While o'er his onward path the setting sun
Sheds its sweet light on every wilding flower,
Till he forgets the weary labors done
And his heart tastes the quiet of the hour,—
Father and mother! be it thus with you!
While memory's pleasant twilight shades the past,
May hope illume the path you still pursue,
And each new scene seem brighter than the last;
Thus wending on t'wards sunset ye may find
Life's lengthening shadows ever cast behind.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |