Waterbury Democrat., 1901-01-17

V vate feeling which he entertained for him, as afforded by a document never intended by the writer to meet the public eye. The following IS Lecky's 'Monody on the Death of Kyran T.
 Buggy" For We were nursed on the self same
 hill,
 Fed the same flock by fountain, shade
 and Till.
 -Lycidas. An, me, that I that power of song
 possess'd
 That power of saddest song that he
 who told
 Of Eden's wondrous history did
 hold, .... When, mournfully at friendships be- hest He wept for one he loved; then
 Not hopelessly, would try To weave lay that might be worthy 1hee Yet, though I ne'er attain To sing so sweet d strain, Not silent must my harp, though tune less, be:
 Who erst q kindly one, Would list to what I made of willing melody.
 Yea, many, too, the things That memory fondly brings Back to us on it's dream wings Of the gold of happy hours, The sunshine and the flowers, ' Of that all stainless time Our merry boyhood's prime, When we were one-ere care Bade us to search elsewhere For what? For happiness? Alas, we knew 
 Enough then of it--sky, of cloudless blue,
 Of deep tranquility, of summer calm, Breezy With blithe delight or rich with balm, Of deepest ignorance of all the pain And all the griefs that in this world reign. | Oh, sweet, yet SorrOwful, the strain To sing of these should be. The joys 1 shared with thee Like thee, they're gone forevermore- Like thee, they fled from us before | We knew of all the worth they were. | An. morning fair, | Without a quiet eve, or even noon, Why beautiful and fade away so soon? The sweeter the hope we cherish, | That fate has doomed to perish, Bright though the joy it give, Is bitterest grief when it does cease to live;
 And so of thee, dear departed one, the while | Thy cheek still glowed with boyhood's smile, Ere yet was writ upon thy open brow The solemn thoughts of life, ere thou | Dldst loose they bark from that Arcad- ian isle Where thou didst dwell awhile; High destiny we fondly marked for thee,
 High hopes, and more than hopes we held
 That glorious voyage thine would be Across lifess troubled sea Alas, too soon, too mournfully dis | pelled,
 So that our spirits own HTwere better that such hopes were never known. Alas, what is this life of ours! An ever-changing thing A time of sunshine. clouds and show
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 We weep, or else we 7ing. A few short days. q 1cw short hours X winter after spring: All that we love departs, Until our lonely hearts Grow weary and grow careless till no | more
 With fond spirit as before, Seek they for aught to feed their love
 withall,
 Sad spectreS in a ruined hall, What once they loved they sorrow OCT Oh. days of boyhood's prime, | Cloudless and laughter-lad time, Fain fondly lingering here. as though We listen'd to thy joyous flow And felt again that genial glow Of the bright day that OCT thee shone Though alls for ever gone l marvel, for the present seems X coldly real thing The past q land of fairy dreams Of unpolluted spring. Oh! for :l tender music, such as might Sing sweetly, sadly of this past de
 light,
 though all This gladness is beyond our hearts | recall.
 Friend of my boyish heart, Departed opt, thou art Shrined in the sweetest memory man
 can hold.
 Tie stainless gems, the uncorrupted i gold | Of young affection round thee twined | Ere that the inmost heart was sign'd With aught of worldlinesS. and ere It dream'd of the dark SelfishneSs of 1 care ] Even the virgin love
 That. like the Spirit above, Loves only for loves sake-Ah, woe | is me, I never thought that mine such task
 should be
 To tell of all the chronicles l hold, Or all tLe happiness We shared ot Olc When 1 did ion lily register thy name When both our young Learts' glaGneSs | was the same When sweet delight we oft together | took .s Alone, in some green, embroidered | nook, Talking of deathless song and death less name,
 Fearing there was no room for us II
 fame, Communing of all the great and glorl
 ous things, s.: And, like young eaglets, ere they try their wings