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Shadow delicate fell fast
From him upon a sister child,
When the jubilant hymnals roam,
Arrowy song-flight from the fount
IV.-" THAT THEY ALL MAY BE ONE."
THENE'ER there comes a little child,
My darling comes with him ;
Whene'er I hear a birdie wild
Who sings his merry whim,
If a low strain of music sails
Softly wakes within my heart;
He lays his head upon my breast,
In all that's pure and fair and good,
Feel them blend,
Although I fail to comprehend.
And if one woundeth with harsh word,
And mine, to whom He gave the fire.
Who may dream of all the music
Only a lover hears,
Hearkening to hearts triumphant Bearing down the years?
Ah! may eternal anthems dwindle To a low sound of tears?
Room in all the ages
And now a few poor moments,
May be proven all too ample
Seed that promised blossom,
I well believe the fault lay
But I feel the shadow closing
An hour may yet be yielded us,
Or a very little more—
Then a few tears, and silence
UR early love was only dream!
Hallowed in a faint far gleam,
Where the fairest flowers have birth,
Let it rest! no stain e'er trouble
Magic murmur, limpid bubble!
There two spirits in the calm
Of moonlight memory may go,
When life traileth wounded, slow
Early love, fair fount of waters,
Ever by enchantment flowing,
Where two snakes, her innocent daughters,
Were wont to swim among the blowing,
Never Fear found out the place,
No weariness of life made wise,
Nor ardour paling in the blood!
Still asleep, we drift asunder,
Who met and loved but in a dream; Nor kissing closely, woke to wonder Why we are not what we seem ! Fairy bloom dies when we press
Wings young zephyr may caress.
Fare you well! more might have been !
A moment only I may lean
On your bosom, ere you flee,
Ere the weary sultry day
Hide my morning and my May!
Yet a fairy fountain glistens
Under soft moon-lighted leaves,