12. THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS. I. Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Of other days around me; Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me. II. When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but him departed! Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me. -THOMAS MOORE. 13. TRANSLATION OF THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM. I. The Lord my pasture shall prepare, II. When in the sultry glebe I faint, III. Though in the paths of death I tread, My steadfast heart shall feel no ill, IV. Though in a bare and rugged way, -JOSEPH ADDISON. 14. TRUE REST. Sweet is the pleasure Is not true leisure One with true toil? Thou that wouldst taste it Still do thy best; Use it, not waste it, Wouldst behold beauty Near thee, all round? Only hath duty Such a sight found. Rest is not quicting Of self to its sphere. 'Tis the brook's motion Clear without strife, After its life. Deeper devotion Nowhere hath knelt; Fuller emotion Heart never felt. 'Tis loving and serving And that is true rest. -JOHN S. DWIGHT. 15. THE LONG AGO. Oh! a wonderful stream is the river Time, How the winters are drifting like flakes of snow, And the summers like birds between, And the years in the sheaf, how they come and they go On the river's breast with its ebb and flow, There's a Magical Isle up the river Time, And the Junes with the roses are straying. And the name of this Isle is "the Long Ago," There are brows of beauty and bosoms of snow, There are fragments of songs that nobody sings, There are hands that are waved when the fairy shore By the mirage is lifted in air, And we sometimes hear through the turbulent roar Sweet voices we heard in the days gone before, When the wind down the river was fair. |