SONNETS I YESTERDAY. PALE pilgrim of the heavens, that late didst glide And vanished blushingly. Sad Yesterday! Night's winding-sheet is round thee, and the eyes That found a health, or fever, in thy ray, And thoughtfully perused on evening skies Thine elegy, star-lettered-now away Turn their brief thoughts of thee, and thus men moralize. II TO-DAY. A LIBERAL worlding, gay philosopher, A home of love that sense might almost err, Even thou art but a leaf from off the tree Of yellowing Time; a grain of glistening sand be. III TO-MORROW. WHO shall imagine how thy wing may sweep, To blight-war-famine? Who shall say if e'er But fading sparks on gossip memory's hearth; Looks o'er a wailing world. The dawn, the dawn, is near. IV WISHES OF YOUTH. GAILY and greenly let my seasons run ; And should the war-winds of the world uproot Cast forth as fuel for the fiery sun ; The dews be turned to ice-fair days begun In peace wear out in pain, and sounds that suit On wintry wrecks an altar to the spring. ON TIME. To one that marks the quick and certain round From the full glory with which life is crowned, A knowledge of ourselves, a faith in friends, With cheerful love for those whom truth attends. |