 | Echoes of Spring |  |
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BYGONE DAYS.
Looking far back to my child-hood's day,
As the river of time drifts by,
When my infant hands, found nothing but play,
A tear-drop oft rise to my eye.
As the river of time drifts by,
When my infant hands, found nothing but play,
A tear-drop oft rise to my eye.
And I say, “Oh time, thou art drifting so fast!
My bark down the stream swiftly glide,
For short, short, it seems though long it has been;
Since my bark was first launched in the tide.”
My bark down the stream swiftly glide,
For short, short, it seems though long it has been;
Since my bark was first launched in the tide.”
And since my afloat down the river of time,
My days all commingled have been;
The sun has shone down, a light from his crown,
And the storm-winds have fallen with rain.
My days all commingled have been;
The sun has shone down, a light from his crown,
And the storm-winds have fallen with rain.
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And the lightning hath flashed,
And the thunder hath roared,
Like a hungry lion in lair;
And the white sails out-spread of my bark over head,
Hath yielded her wings to the air.
And the thunder hath roared,
Like a hungry lion in lair;
And the white sails out-spread of my bark over head,
Hath yielded her wings to the air.
To music and song, my bark drifts along,
Her banners afloat on the gale;
I oft list the cry, of the curlews in sky,
While fast drift my bark down the vale.
Her banners afloat on the gale;
I oft list the cry, of the curlews in sky,
While fast drift my bark down the vale.
When the weather is fair, and balmy the air,
A sweet breath arise on the breeze—
From flowers in bloom, a wholesome perfume,
And bright is the hue of the leaves.
A sweet breath arise on the breeze—
From flowers in bloom, a wholesome perfume,
And bright is the hue of the leaves.
So short is my stay! by night and by day,
I leave rapturous scenes far behind;
While my bark rides the wave, like a warrior brave,
With banners afloat on the wind.
I leave rapturous scenes far behind;
While my bark rides the wave, like a warrior brave,
With banners afloat on the wind.
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So I yield to my fate, with composure I'll wait,
View each scene that my bark drifts me by;
So fast down the tide, in my bark I will ride,
To that Land where our tears shall be dried.
View each scene that my bark drifts me by;
So fast down the tide, in my bark I will ride,
To that Land where our tears shall be dried.
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