DREAMS AND REALITIES. O ROSAMOND, thou fair and good Thou royal rose of June! Why didst thou droop before thy time? Why wither in the first sweet prime? Why didst thou die so soon? For, looking backward through my tears On thee, and on my wasted years, I cannot choose but say, If thou hadst lived to be my guide, Or thou hadst lived and I had died, 'T were better far to-day. O child of light, O golden head! Why didst thou vanish from our sight? O friend so true, O friend so good!- And yet this poor soul had been fed Had life been always fair, Would these dear dreams that ne'er depart, That thrill with bliss my inmost heart, Forever tremble there? If still they kept their earthly place, And gave to death, alas! Could I have learned that clear, calm faith Sometimes, I think, the things we see Are shadows of the things to be; That what we plan we build ; That every hope that hath been crossed, And every dream we thought was lost, In heaven shall be fulfilled; That even the children of the brain And when on that last day we rise, Say, Thou hast done with doubt and death, PHOEBE CARY. THE OLD SCHOOL-HOUSE. I SAT an hour to-day, John, Where we were school-boys in old time, The brook is choked with fallen leaves, The pond is dried away, I scarce believe that you would know The dear old place to-day. The school-house is no more, John, The wild rose by the window's side Has been plowed up by stranger hands, The chestnut-tree is dead, John, I read our names upon the bark, Beneath the grass-grown bank, John, I took the old blind road, John, Where once the sweet grapes hung, But not a voice of human kind Where all our voices rung. I sat me on the fence, John, That lies as in old time, A few swift years, and who can show Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe? The weary idol takes his stand, 'T is poor old Joe's "God bless you, Bill! And shall we breathe in happier spheres No matter; while our home is here OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. THE DEAD FRIEND. FROM "IN MEMORIAM." THE path by which we twain did go, But where the path we walked began To slant the fifth autumnal slope, As we descended following Hope, There sat the Shadow feared of man; Who broke our fair companionship, And spread his mantle dark and cold, And wrapped thee formless in the fold, And dulled the murmur on thy lip. When each by turns was guide to each, And all we met was fair and good, And all was good that Time could bring, And all the secret of the Spring Moved in the chambers of the blood; I know that this was Life, the track Whereon with equal feet we fared; And then, as now, the day prepared The daily burden for the back. Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears; Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!' High toward the heavens, as though to meet his star, Exclaimed, "This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffar ! LEIGH HUNT. WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER. We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade, Since first beneath the chestnut-tree In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart, We have been friends together, We have been gay together; We have laughed at little jests; For the fount of hope was gushing Warm and joyous in our breasts. But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow; We have been gay together, Shall a light word part us now? We have been sad together; We have wept with bitter tears O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The voices which were silent then Shall a light word part us now? CAROLINE E. NORTON. KINDRED HEARTS. O, ASK not, hope thou not, too much Beware the hearts whence one same touch Such ties would make this life of ours It may be that thy brother's eye A rapture o'er thy soul can bring, The tune that speaks of other times, The melody of distant chimes, Yet scorn thou not for this the true The kindly, that from childhood grew, If there be one that o'er the dead And watched through sickness by thy bed, But for those bonds all perfect made, Wherein bright spirits blend, Like sister flowers of one sweet shade O, lay thy lovely dreams aside, FELICIA HEMANS. |