PAST HOURS. 127 There's a crown for the Christian-a crown of life, 'Tis a halo of hope, of joy, and of love, SARAH C. EDGARTON. GO! DREAM OF BY-PAST HOURS. Go! dream of by-past hours: In retrospect, once more And revel in thy store. Do this, but never tell The heartless world thy dream; Its scorn would hope dispel, Would crush the fairy theme: Do this, but in thy breast Let each fond wish expire; For sorrows unreprest Are his who loves the lyre. WM. B. TAPPAN. 128 CLOSE OF LIFE. CLOSE OF LIFE. -So life glides smoothly and by stealth away, COWPER. END. ୧୪୪୪୪୪ |