Gasharkay

THE WAYSIDE SPRING IN ALABAMA.

Bonnie wayside burnie,

Tinkling in thy well,

Softly as the music

Of a fairy bell;

To what shall I compare thee,

For the love I bear thee,

On this sunny day,

Bonnie little burnie

Gushing by the way?

Thou'rt like to fifty fair things;
Thou'rt like to fifty rare things,

Spring of gladness flowing

Grass and ferns among,
Singing all the noontime

Thine incessant song;

Like a pleasant reason,
Like a word in season,

Like a friendly greeting,

Like a happy meeting,

Like the voice of comfort

In the hour of pain,
Or sweet sleep long vanish'd
Coming back again :-

Like the heart's romances,

Like a poet's fancies,

Like a lover's visions

Of his bliss to be;

Like a little maiden

Crowned with summers three,

Romping in the sunshine

Beautiful to see;

Like my true-love's accents

When alone we stray,

Happy with each other

Through the meads of May,

Or sit down together
In the wintry weather

By the cheery fire,
Gathering in that circle

All this world's desire,
Hope and love and friendship,
And music of the lyre!

Bonnie little burnie

Winding through the grass, Time shall never waste thee,

Or drain thy sparkling glass; And were I not to taste thee And bless thee as I pass, "Twould be a scorn of Beauty, 'Twould be a want of Duty, 'Twould be neglect of Pleasure— So come-thou little treasure!

I'll kiss thee while I may,
And while I sip thy coolness,
On this sunny day,

I'll bless thy Gracious Giver,

Thou little baby River
Gushing by the way!

CLEAR THE WAY.

Men of thought! be up and stirring Night and day:

Sow the seed-withdraw the curtain

CLEAR THE WAY!

Men of action, aid and cheer them,
As ye may!

There's a fount about to stream,

There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow,
There's a flower about to blow;
Theres a midnight blackness changing
Into gray;

Men of thought and men of action,
CLEAR THE WAY!

Once the welcome light has broken,
Who shall say

What the unimagined glories

Of the day?

What the evil that shall perish

In its ray?

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen;

Aid it, hopes of honest men ;

Aid it, paper-aid it, type

Aid it, for the hour is ripe,

And our earnest must not slacken

Into play.

Men of thought and men of action,

CLEAR THE WAY!

Lo! a cloud's about to vanish
From the day;

And a brazen wrong to crumble
Into clay.

Lo! the right's about to conquer,
CLEAR THE WAY!

With the Right shall many more
Enter smiling at the door;
With the giant Wrong shall fall
Many others, great and small,
That for ages long have held us
For their prey,

Men of thought and men of action,
CLEAR THE WAY!

DYING.

A CHORUS OF ANGELS.

Come away! come away! Life is too sad for thee;

Chill are its winds on thy delicate breast;

Earth is too rude for thee-Heaven shall be glad for theeCome away, lovely one: come to thy rest!

Low in thy narrow bed,

Lay down thy gentle head;

Give back to mother Earth all she can cray
All thy mortality,

Doom'd to finality,

Leave it behind in the dust of the grave.

Come away! come away! Earth is not meant for thee: Beautiful spirit, mount up to the sky!

Men who have lost thee shall mourn and lament for thee, Thou shalt rejoice in thy glory on high.

Spread thy bright wings, and soar

Spotless for evermore;

Sin-stain'd no longer, but white and forgiven:
Heir of infinity,

Robed in divinity,

Come away, happy one-come up to Heaven!

HAPPY LOVE

I.

Since the sweet knowledge I possess

That she I love is mine,

All nature throbs with happiness,

And wears a face divine.

The woods seem greener than they were,
The skies are brighter blue;

The stars shine clearer, and the air

Lets finer sunlight through.

Until I loved, I was a child,

And sported on the sands;
But now the ocean opens out,
With all its happy lands.

II.

The circles of my sympathy

Extend from earth to Heaven:

I strove to pierce a mystery,

And lo! the clue is given.

The woods, with all their boughs and leaves,

Are preachers of delight,

And wandering clouds in summer eves

Are Edens to my sight.