A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
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Pleasures of Memory.
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Pleasures of Memory.
The old have had their days of hope,
They worked as through a telescope,
On years to come;—which came and fled,
But left sweet vestiges behind,
In Memory's heart of hearts enshrined,
The joys of love—the sainted dead.
They worked as through a telescope,
On years to come;—which came and fled,
But left sweet vestiges behind,
In Memory's heart of hearts enshrined,
The joys of love—the sainted dead.
And Memory stands where Hope once stood,
Musing on the vicissitude
Which in the future blinds the past,
The will be,—has been,—shade on shade
Succeeding,—till time's scenes are made
A twilight dimly traced at last.
Musing on the vicissitude
Which in the future blinds the past,
The will be,—has been,—shade on shade
Succeeding,—till time's scenes are made
A twilight dimly traced at last.
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