The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1842-10-30
Friendship and Love.

Happest of happy feelings It's to feel
friendship or love for one who can return
Affection back, alike through woe veal,
With radiant and unchanging flame to burn.
To so hlest, not Fates most venomed dart
Is felt; with friendship or love soothe his care
He onward goes, with high and happy heart
No gloom can sadden while his friend is there.
How vain the gorgeous halls of pride
To attempt the sorrows of the heart to quel
Unless true affection should abide
And breathe around her balmy, blessed SPELL
1t is the charm, in solitary hours
When every thought is tinged with sadness,
Comes DER the soul with soothing power,
Breathing chastened tone OF gladness.
How beautiful the joys of lovers We'd
Its adamantine links severed never!
Though parted oft, yet as loved ones dead,
It's as memsry, that will live forever.
Farewell to the Home OF my Childhood
Farewell levely valley, your beauties are bright
AS the time haowed visions of chdhood's delight;
Thy memories more deeply traced on my heart
Since fate has decreed that from thee depart.
Farewell to thy green fields farewe ell to thy groves
The home Of my boyhood, the scene of Young loves!
All. never again shall the future restore
Those halycon days, those pleasures ofyore.
Farewell to thy ripping waters, that run,
Now shaded by willows, now bright in the sun,
Where of in my childhood, the summer day long,
fve listened in ccstacy to the hooking birds song
Farewell, We green woodlands, under whose shade,
From the sums heat at midday SO oft I've strayed
Where oft have lingerd, in solitude blest,
TIL the Day-God ha, hidden his face in the west.
Farewell, scene of beauty-there brighter may be,
But to my eye Earths beauties are nothing to thee.
In my dreams, when afar DER thy green hills roam
And ever shall claim only thee as my home.
FAREWELL what bright pictured dream is the past.
Alas! much too beautiful ever to last.
Young hopes are like lovers Dreams bound to decay
AS dew from the morning rose Passeth away.
Last night when sleepless on nv bed
sighed for the return of morrow,
At last soft slumbers soothd my head
And lull'd with fair dreams my sorrow.
I stood in that arcade retreat
That sweeter spot than any other,
Where by moonlight we to meet,
And where We'll live and love together
When rose before my enraptur'd eye,
Yourself; and quick as thought darted
With open arms towards you and with sigh
Weakened; it was dream-my glory had departed.
There is One, where FER our course we steer
That DER our path radiant blessing filings;
There is q spot to fond remembrance dear,
That to the wanderers lonely bosom clings.
That one is Mother, who, DER the stormy deep
OF human life, guardian angel smiles,
And as she lulls wild PASSIONS storms to sleep
With dreams Of bliss our weary way beguiles.
When the lone exile treads some distant land
However high his state, or low his doom,
Yet horne by imagination's magic wand,
Memory recalls his mother and his home.
To me more fair than Eden's loveliest bowers
My much loved home that well remembered scene,
Where the young heart first felt affections power
I'll not forget though years may intervene.
When visions false of wealth or fame allure,
Where rival throngs in eager conflict meet
Still to his heart returns those feelings pure,
Like tones of distant music calm and sweet.