PASSING SHIPS. OW oft from out the distance blue H° Some stately ship sweeps o'er the bay, There for a space remains in view, Then from the waters fades away. Thus oft upon life's ocean wide And pass for ever from the sight. THE PATHWAY THROUGH THE WOOD. A SONG. WAS a calm and lovely evening, 'T And the peaceful woods were still : Scarce a sound of life ascended The forest-covered hill, As beneath the welcome shelter While before my view there wended On either side, like columns, The beeches reared their head, And formed a chequered carpet For the pathway through the wood. The turf that lay beneath me Was dressed in living green, And the brightest flowers of summer I deemed most fair and good In the pathway through the wood. And, while that best-belov'd one In my heart the hope I cherished She my path through life would share ; And, with her for my companion, 'Tis my only wish it should Prove as peaceful and as happy As the pathway through the wood. THOUGHTS OF THE DEAR OLD TIMES. A SONG. ID all the joys that hope can boast, 'MI Or expectation give, One joy there is that charms me most, Through every hour I live; For, floating on my memory, Like sound of distant chimes, Come thoughts of moments sweet to me, 'Tis this that bids despair depart, 'Tis this that cheers the saddest heart, 'Tis this that sweetens music's strain, And brings a blessing in its train— Still to these thoughts my spirit clings, And the fairest scene the future brings For, though the days to come be drear, One joy my darkest hour shall cheer, Thoughts of the dear old times. MY DEAR OLD HOME. MY A SONG. Y dear old home! how oft to thee Until thy roof I seem to see, Once more a happy boy : Their arms around me twine. Though future years to me should bring My dear old home! within thy walls Than in a monarch's gilded halls Hold undisputed sway. How dear to me shall ever prove That one familiar spot, Blest by a thousand dreams of love That ne'er can be forgot! For, though to thee I ne'er return, But far for ever roam, My heart with tender thoughts shall yearn To thee, my dear old home! |