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1uval !cr Ecar, in her earliest years; and,
when tiicY were rent away, they left q
wound which luwcdtill all the springs Of
her soul were blood. 81 am passing away"
said size, sand i, si.ould be so. The winds
have gone over my lfe, and the bright buds
of hope and the sweet blossoms OF passion
are scattered down, and lie whitening Iths
dust, or i~ottire away upon the chill waters
;of memory.-And yeti cannot 60 down q.
monc the tombs without a tear. 1t is hard
TO tske leave Of the friends WHO love me; it
is very bard to bid farewell to those dear
scenes, which, from day 10 day, have
caught the color Of my life, and sympathis-
ed with its sorrows and joys. That little
grove where l ave so often strayed with
my buried love, and where, at times, even
row, the sweet tones of his voice seem to
come stealing around me till the whole air
becomes one intense and mournful melody;
that p~cnsive star, which We used to watch
in its early rising, and on which my fancy
can still picture his form looking down upon
me, b~eckoning me to his W bright home;
every flower, and tree, and ~rivulet, on
which the memory of our early love has set
its undying seal, have become dear to me,
and l cannot, without a sigh, close my eyes
upon them forever"
| have lately feard that the beautiful
girl of whom have spoken, is dead. The
close of her life was calm as the falling Of
! a quiet stream; gentle as the sinking of
the breeze, that fingers for a time around
IA bed of withercd roses, and then dies 'as
It were from very sweetness"
! 1t cannot be that earth is mans abiding
pace. 1t cannot be that our life is a bulb
bic cast up by the Ocean of Eternity, to
iloat a moment upon its waves, and sink
into darkness and nothingness. Else why
is it that the high and glorious aspirations
which leap like angels from tie temple of
our hearts, are forever wandering abroad
unSatisiicl?: Why is it that the rainbow
an: the cloud come over us with a beauty
that is not of earth, and then PASS off and
leave us to muse upon their loveliness?-
Wiv is it that the stars which 'hold their
festivals around the midnight throne" are
set above the grasp of our limited faculties,
I-fOFPtcG H!OSnIhS
Ivroac.:at!e g]cry? And finally, Why is it
.i,at bright forms Of hun an beauty are
presented to our view and then taken
from us. leaving the ten thousand streams
Of our affections to flow back in en- Alpine
'~tcrren, Upon oar hearts? We are born for
"a higher destiny than that of earth. There
,;s a realm where tie rainbow never fades,
where the stars will be spread out before
MS like the Islands tl:at siumber en- Tie
where the beautiful beings,
which Lere pass befcre us like visions,
vii STAY in our presence forever. Bright
Creature Of ny dreams! in that realm I
shall see thee again. Even Low thy lost
mage i. sometimes with me. In the nys-
..eriot.s .ilencc Of midnight, when the
streams arc glowing in tie light of the
many stars, that image comes floating upon
the beam hat fingers around my pillow,
and stands before me i'll its pale, dim lowell
N css. iii is own 81 irit sinks like a spell
from Heaven urcn NY tho"gits, and the
,rrief of years is turned to dreams Of bless
icdneSs AMI peace,