Lines written in deep Affliction The Conservatory: a true Anecdote.. WE MEET AGAIN. Introductory Verses. "WE MEET AGAIN!"-delightful thought When Parting's hour is near, With sweetest consolation fraught, To dry the starting tear. When first to School the urchin goes, And still that hope, in after life, Youth's ardour, Manhood's sterner strife, B Nor love, nor fame, nor rank, nor power, Its influence can disdain ; Vot'ries of each, in Parting's hour Must wish to meet again. For Nature has unnumber'd ties, Whisp'ring-"We meet again!" The World, tis true, has much to mar Too much that feeling oft must jar, To breathe the fond and fervent prayer ;- |