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I feel like one
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,
THOSE EVENING BELLS. Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! How many a tale their music tells, Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are passed away; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells.
And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evrening bells !
PEACE BE AROUND THEE,
Peace be around thee, wherever thou rov'st;
May life be for thee one summer's day, And all that thou wishest, and all that thou
lov'st, Come smiling around thy sunny way! If sorrow e'er this calm should break,
May even thy tears pass off so lightly, Like spring-showers, they'll only make
The smiles that follow shine more brightly.
May Time, who sheds his blight o'er all,
And daily dooms some joy to death, O'er thee let years so gently fall,
They shall not crush one flower beneath.
This world along its path advances,
But who the melodies of morn can tell ?
The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal
The cottage-curs at early pilgrims bark ; Crown'd with her pail the tripping milkmaid
sings : The whistling ploughman stalks afield; and
hark ! Down the rough slope the ponderous waggon
rings; Through rustling corn the hare astonished
springs; Slow tolls the village-clock the drowsy hour ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings ;
Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower ! And shrill lark carols from her aërial tower.
GOD PROVIDETH FOR THE MORROW.
Lo, the lilies of the field,
“ Say, with richer crimson glows
“One there lives, whose guardian eye
CANADIAN BOAT SONG.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Why should we yet our sail unfurl ?
Utawa's tide! this trembling moon