Long ago, long ago! For the days that are gone their tears shall flow: Cruel hour, to tear them so From all they cherished long ago. Fare ye well, fare ye well! To joy and to hope it sounds as a knell : Far away, far away! Is there indeed no hope to-day? Far away, far away! Every night and every day Kind and wise it were to pray, God be with them far away! THE ASSURANCE OF HORACE. I HAVE achieved a tower of fame And loftier than the royal frame Which none inclemencies of clime, Nor fiercest winds that blow, Nor endless change, nor lapse of time, Shall ever overthrow ! I cannot perish utterly : The brighter part of me Must live-and live-and never die, But baffle Death's decree! For I shall always grow, and spread I shall be sung, where thy rough waves, My native river, foam, And where old Daunus scantly laves And rules his rustic home; As chief and first I shall be sung, To tune my country's heart and tongue, Thou then, my soul, assume thy state, THE ASSURANCE OF OVID. Now have I done my work!—which not Jove's ire Above the stars undying shall I soar ! My name shall never die : but through all time, True note of inspiration, I shall live! POST-LETTERS. LOTTERY tickets every day,— Morn by morn, and week by week, They cheat us, or amuse, Whilst on we fondly hope, and seek Some stirring daily news. The heedless postman on his path But all my heart is hope, or fear, With visions bright, or black! |