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A PLEDGE TO THE DYING YEAR.
Fill to the brim! one pledge to the past,
As it sinks on its shadowy bier;
pour to the grave of the year!
To linger awhile in those bowers ; And flash the bright day-beams of promise upon us,
That gilded life's earlier hours.
Here's to the love — though it flitted away,
We can never, no, never forget!
One pledge will we pour to it yet.
And bright on the wanderer broke,
Along the wild desert awoke.
Fill to the brim! one pledge to the glow
Of the heart in its purity warm!
Ere sorrow had sullied the fountain below,
Or darkness enveloped the form;
Through Adens of arrowy light,
'T will gladden the wine-cup to-night.
Fill to the past! from its dim distant sphere
Wild voices in melody come;
We pledge to their shadowy tomb;
One gleam o'er the cloud-covered dome, May the dreams of the past, on futurity track
The hope of a holier home!
PASSING AWAY-A DREAM.
Was it the chime of a tiny bell,
That came so sweet to my dreaming ear,Like the silvery tones of a fairy's shell
That he winds on the beach, so mellow and clear, When the winds and the waves lie together asleep, And the Moon and the Fairy are watching the deep,
She dispensing her silvery light,
And he, his notes as silvery quite,
Hark! the notes, on my ear that play,
“Passing away! passing away!"
But no; it was not a fairy's shell,
Blown on the beach, so mellow and clear;
Striking the hour, that filled my ear,
While I gazed at that fair one's cheek, a shade
Of thought, or care, stole softly over,
Looking down on a field of blossoming clover.
That marched so calmly round above her,
Upon Noon's hot face. — Yet one couldn't but love her,
“Passing away! passing away !"