Old Year Leaves Being Old Verses Revised: By H. T. Mackenzie Bell ... New Edition |
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HEART ECHOES.
While the sunlight's glory dying
Tints the pebbly sea-kissed strand,
And the night-chilled breezes sighing,
See the shadows wrap the land—
Faint, yet powerful, sad, yet tender,
Come fond thoughts of vanished years,
Waking sweet soul-thrills that render
Joy that is akin to tears.
Ah, how real are these dreams!
And the past the present seems.
Tints the pebbly sea-kissed strand,
And the night-chilled breezes sighing,
See the shadows wrap the land—
Faint, yet powerful, sad, yet tender,
Come fond thoughts of vanished years,
Waking sweet soul-thrills that render
Joy that is akin to tears.
Ah, how real are these dreams!
And the past the present seems.
Visions of a gentle maiden
Beautiful and pure as fair,
And of eves whose gales love-laden
Wanton with her auburn hair;
For 'twas when soft summer's beauty
Made the earth with gladness rife
First I felt, as well as duty,
What deep joy might be in life:
Ah, how real are these dreams!
And the past the present seems.
Beautiful and pure as fair,
And of eves whose gales love-laden
Wanton with her auburn hair;
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Made the earth with gladness rife
First I felt, as well as duty,
What deep joy might be in life:
Ah, how real are these dreams!
And the past the present seems.
Memories are swiftly thronging
Of that span of treasured past,
When the joy to me belonging
Was, alas! too bright to last:
Still do I remember clearly
What I asked with trembling voice,
And her words, ‘I love you dearly,
And am proud to be your choice.’
Ah, how real are these dreams!
And the past the present seems.
Of that span of treasured past,
When the joy to me belonging
Was, alas! too bright to last:
Still do I remember clearly
What I asked with trembling voice,
And her words, ‘I love you dearly,
And am proud to be your choice.’
Ah, how real are these dreams!
And the past the present seems.
We were ‘wedded, happy-hearted,’
And our future path seemed bright,
Who could tell we should be parted,
Love's glad sun obscured in night?
Yet before another spring-tide
Shed abroad its myriad charms,
Bitter blow! my darling left me,—
Dying calmly in my arms.
Ah, how real, fraught with woe,
Rise these dreams of long ago!
And our future path seemed bright,
Who could tell we should be parted,
Love's glad sun obscured in night?
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Shed abroad its myriad charms,
Bitter blow! my darling left me,—
Dying calmly in my arms.
Ah, how real, fraught with woe,
Rise these dreams of long ago!
Still amid my sore dejection,
In its comfort ever new,
Comes the soothing, sweet reflection,
To each other we were true.
For some end God sendeth sorrow,
And when this at length is gained
I shall meet my bride in Heaven
Happy, holy, and unstained.
There no longer fraught with woe
Rise the dreams of long ago.
In its comfort ever new,
Comes the soothing, sweet reflection,
To each other we were true.
For some end God sendeth sorrow,
And when this at length is gained
I shall meet my bride in Heaven
Happy, holy, and unstained.
There no longer fraught with woe
Rise the dreams of long ago.
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