Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1870-03-11
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The Passing Stream .

AN ELEGY TO DEPARTED FRIENDS; BY DIR. sELAH GRID
LEY, AUTHOR or TT HEGLooM OF AUTUMN"
Farewell ye fond friends of past years
Sad changes have causd us to part;
remembrance now mets me to tears,
. And anguish is bursting my heart;
Ny slies promised pleasures are gone as a dream,
My friends, oneebelov'd, pass away like a stream.
The breezes are fll'd with my sighs.
Alone by river weep;
MY tears tall in floods from my eyes,
And pass down the stream to the deep;
! mourn for the loss of my friends in the tomb.
AS rivers are lost in the ocean, their home.
All sweet gliding river, flow on
sad emblem Of friends who gone,
-, Like waters, no more TO return;
Thus vanish thy bubbles, thy foam and thy waves,
Lake friends who have left or rest in their graves
stream, full of fountains and cOld
Thy beauty is seen with sigh,
For youth here their merriment hold
And bathe till they scken and die
Their source of delight and diversion to-day.
Tomorrow may watt their young spirits away.
All who can unfeelingly see
stream where the lovely are drown'd
Y stream thou art mournful to me,
For here one was lost and was found;
But cold was his form as the water that flows,
All. cold as the grave where my kindred repose.
Alas. how dispersal are my friends
How many repose IN their graves
Some smile where Ohio descends,
Some weep over Erie's blue waves;
Fond river, new waters still visit thy shore.
But friends long departed can cheer me no more.
Dear river, the showers that warm
And feed thy soft murmuring sound
May soon be exchanged for Storm
And spread desolation around
Oh, emblem of friendship, of hope, and of joy,
Which floods Of affection so often destroy.
The stream as it passes away,
Delightful and tranquil appears.
An, when shall time current convey
My soul from this valley of tears
mourn a willow that kisses the wave,
And bows to the food as 1 bend to the grave.
Ye ever green mountains in view
Whose tops meet the storms of the sky,
Your streams wake my sorrows anew,
our once flowing channels are dry;
Inc streams OF my pleasure are dried like thine
Ny friends like your rocks cannot hear repine.
Ye vallies so fertile and green,
| Ye give no delight TO my soul;
For here my lost friends have seen,
Who smifd where these billows now roll;
| The place OF their rest is now ready for me,
Thus friend follows friend like the wave of the sea-
New friends seek to comfort in vain,
Unstable as water they prove;
| Their vows swell the tide of my pain
| For friendship is faithless as love;
4 Oh world full Of change, disappointment and woe,
| My friendships resemble these water that flow
Thus while by river I mourn'd,
| In sadness approaching despair.
My thoughts to the Gospel turn'd,
And found consolation was there
| / saw the blest stream of Immanuel's blood.
| Saw grace. a fair river, that leads me to GOD.
| river, immortal. divine
Which flows through the valley of death,
May those living waters be mine,
When COP shall extinguish my breath
Farewell streams and valleys where joy disappear
Ny soul seeks a world free from sorrow and tears.
| The river of grace as it flows.
| Shall wash from pollution its stain,
| And lead to a world of repose,
Where mortals are freed from their pain
This stream will trace to eternity's Shore
Where anguish and death are remembered no NOR