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Vicissitude.
See them in order march along the glade , * While in the sunbeams shines the polish'd blade , Not for war ' s havoc , but to yield increase—Not for destruction , but the arts of peace . t While fraught with promise seems the jocund morn , While glowing tints the ruddy east adorn ,
Their joyous hearts no disappointment fear . And all combine their happy hopes to cheer ; A moment more , and boding darkness shrouds The brilliant prospect in thick-coming clouds , The rain descends in slowly-falling drops , The anxious husbandman inquiring stops ; Dark and more dark the changing heavens lower ,
Fast and more fast comes down the thunder shower ; The loud explosion frights the startled air , And frequent lightning darts its vivid glare ; Now prostrate lies the promise of the plain , Destroy'd and deluged by the beating rain . No more , alas ! the loaded stalk shall rise , And bend its head beneath the ripening skies ;
The reaper now with heart oppressed and sore , Views the destruction of his winter store—While anxious fear within his bosom burns . He droops his head—and to his home returns . How oft in life the morn of youth is bright , Yet clouds of manhood dull its lovely light , And all its glory ends in aged night ! THE LATE REBECCA RIBBANS .
Dearest, I Long For Thee.
DEAREST , I LONG FOR THEE .
BY BROTHER EDW . RALEIGH MORAN , P . M ., No . 49 . WHEN dewy eve is falling , Dearest , I long for thee ; For memory recalling Paints all the past to me . When summer suns shine brightest .
O ' er the laughing earth and sea , And bounding hearts beat lightest , Dearest , I long for thee . When clay from night awaking , Calls life again to glee , While its first glimpse is breaking , Dearest , 1 long for thee .
When other voices hearing , Soft as thine used to be , Happy although appealing , Still , still I long for thee .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Vicissitude.
See them in order march along the glade , * While in the sunbeams shines the polish'd blade , Not for war ' s havoc , but to yield increase—Not for destruction , but the arts of peace . t While fraught with promise seems the jocund morn , While glowing tints the ruddy east adorn ,
Their joyous hearts no disappointment fear . And all combine their happy hopes to cheer ; A moment more , and boding darkness shrouds The brilliant prospect in thick-coming clouds , The rain descends in slowly-falling drops , The anxious husbandman inquiring stops ; Dark and more dark the changing heavens lower ,
Fast and more fast comes down the thunder shower ; The loud explosion frights the startled air , And frequent lightning darts its vivid glare ; Now prostrate lies the promise of the plain , Destroy'd and deluged by the beating rain . No more , alas ! the loaded stalk shall rise , And bend its head beneath the ripening skies ;
The reaper now with heart oppressed and sore , Views the destruction of his winter store—While anxious fear within his bosom burns . He droops his head—and to his home returns . How oft in life the morn of youth is bright , Yet clouds of manhood dull its lovely light , And all its glory ends in aged night ! THE LATE REBECCA RIBBANS .
Dearest, I Long For Thee.
DEAREST , I LONG FOR THEE .
BY BROTHER EDW . RALEIGH MORAN , P . M ., No . 49 . WHEN dewy eve is falling , Dearest , I long for thee ; For memory recalling Paints all the past to me . When summer suns shine brightest .
O ' er the laughing earth and sea , And bounding hearts beat lightest , Dearest , I long for thee . When clay from night awaking , Calls life again to glee , While its first glimpse is breaking , Dearest , 1 long for thee .
When other voices hearing , Soft as thine used to be , Happy although appealing , Still , still I long for thee .