206 A LAMENT. A LAMENT. POW desolate and how lone My home appears, now thou art far away! Oh, when wilt thou come back again, mine own? Come back! come back!-hath the world aught so dear As the true loving heart that waits thee here? Hast thou not vowed to be Mine, and mine only, through each changing scene? As yet my heart hath found no change in thee :- Fond, kind, and faithful-my sole friend and guide, Oh, when wilt thou return? Vainly I look for thee at close of day, And often does my aching bosom yearn For thee, now far away. Hath absence changed thee? No, it cannot be !- There is no truth if thou art false to me. Yet thou dost tarry long, Whilst here in cheerless solitude I mourn, And dark forebodings o'er my fond soul throng; Sickness may reach thee, pain, or grief, or care Fall on thy breast, and I not near to share. STANZAS. Come back to thy own home! I know thou canst not change, but I am sad I know no joy whilst thou art from my sight; My yearning thoughts are with thee day and night! ANON. 207 STANZAS. T was not for the diamond ring upon your lily hand; It was not for your noble name; it was not for your land ;- You came, I knew not whence you came; we met,-'twas in the dance; You're gone! it was a weary night we parted at the barn; They say that soon a smiling dame, of lineage like to thine, 208 THE FUNERAL OF THE FORSAKEN. Oh, would that thou hadst passed me by, in coldness or in pride, KENNEDY. THE FUNERAL OF THE FORSAKEN. HE gorgeous sun is fading fast, The languid flowers are closed in sleep; Smile they or weep. Blent with the murmurs of the gale Come notes the silence to dispel, Sounds sad as human sorrow's wail,- The funeral bell. The church is gained, the grave appears ; The unconscious dead, his trials o'er, Hath reached that home where grief or fears Touch him no more. The priest comes forth-looks round-for where Are they who sorrow o'er the bier? No choking sob of wild despair Falls on the ear. Where is the fond and changeless friend,-- The tender parent, loving wife; Ties which to death such anguish lend, Such charm to life? |