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İr seems but yesterday, my love, thy little heart beat high, And I had almost scorned the voice that told me thou
I saw thee move with active bound, with spirits wild and
And infant grace and beauty gave their glorious charm
Far on the sunny plains I saw thy sparkling footsteps fly, Fair, light, and graceful, as the bird that cleaves the
And often, as the playful breeze waved back thy shining hair,
Thy cheek displayed the red-rose tint that health had
And then in all my thoughtfulness, I could not but rejoice' To hear upon the morning wind the music of thy voice,Now echoing in the rapturous laugh, now sad almost to tears;
'Twas like the sounds I used to hear in old and happier years.
I loved thee, and my heart was blest; but, ere that day
I saw thy light and graceful form in drooping illness bent, And shuddered as I cast a look upon thy fainting head; The mournful cloud was gathering there, and life was almost fled.
And when I could not keep the tear from gathering in my
Thy little hand pressed gently mine in token of reply ;
And in that long and burning kiss thy happy spirit passed: W. B. O. PEABODY:
TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.
THOU blossom, bright with autumn dew,
Thou comest not when violets lean
Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.
Thou waitest late, and comest alone,
Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
A flower from its cerulean wall.
RELIGION OF ANCIENT GREECE.
IN that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose ;
And, in some fit of weariness, if he,
When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear
Towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart
His thirst from rill or gushing fount, and thanked
Might, with small help from fancy, be transformed Into fleet Oreads sporting visibly.
The Zephyrs, fanning as they passed, their wings,
I SEE THEE STILL.
I SEE thee still;
I see thee still,
every hallowed token round; This little ring thy finger bound,
This lock of hair thy forehead shaded,
I see thee still;
Here was thy summer noon's retreat,
I see thee still;
Thou art not in the grave confined-
There, let me hope, my journey done,