182 "Sweet Vale of Avoca." HERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet THERE As the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh, the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart, 2 Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene, Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill! Oh! no-it was something more exquisite still. 3 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made ev'ry dear scene of enchantment more dear; And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. 4 Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best; Where the storms which we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. 183 HOS Мн "Those Evening Bells." OSE evening bells; those evening bells! Of youth, and home, and that sweet time MOORE. MOORE. 184 185 "We have been Friends together." In sunshine and in shade, Since first beneath the chesnut trees But coldness dwells within thy heart, We've laughed at little jests, Shall a light word part us now? 3 We have been sad together, O'er the grass-green graves where mouldering The hopes of early years. The voices which are silent there We have been sad together, Oh! what shall part us now? "Poor Dog Tray." [laid HON. MRS. NORTON. ON the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerfully play, "Oh! remember your Sheelah when far, far away, And be kind, my dear Pat, to your poor dog Tray.' 2 Poor dog, he was faithful and kind, to be sure, And constantly loved me, although I was poor; When the sour-looking folk sent me heartless away, I had always a friend in my poor dog Tray. When the road was so dark, and the night was so cold, And Pat and his dog were grown weary and old, How snugly we slept in my old coat of grey, And he licked me for kindness, my poor dog Tray. 3 Though my wallet was scant I remembered his case, 186 "If I were a Sunbeam." IF I were a sunbeam, I know what I would do; 2 If I were a sunbeam, I know where I would go; All dark with want and woe; I there would shine and shine! 187 188 3 Art thou not a sunbeam, A "Angry Words." LUCY LARCOM. NGRY words are lightly spoken, Chorus Angry words are lightly spoken, A HOPE AND JOY. "All's for the Best." LL'S for the best! Be sanguine and cheerful, Nothing but folly goes faithless and fearful; Trust like a child while you strive like a man. 4 All's for the best! For unbiassed, unbounded, Providence reigns from the east to the west, And by His wisdom and mercy surrounded, Hope and be happy that all's for the best! PLEASAN LEASANT smiles and glances bright 2 Words of love from hearts sincere, These the gems the blessed wear. MRS. MASON. 190 "There are Kind Hearts Everywhere." CALL it not a desert bare, |