Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 Excerpt: ...are gone. No footsteps lightly ringing Shall steal our senses o'er; The voices we so dearly loved Must gladden us no more. In vain each bright and smiling face We yearn to gaze upon; For memory to our aching hearts Will whisper, " Ye are gone." Ye seek a strange and distant land--Another home afar; And, oh! may peace with gentle ray, Be still your guiding star. H For mournfully, as in a dream, The time will linger on, And our thoughts will haunt that foreign home When from us ye are gone! Ye leave us--oh! beloved ones; But night and day our prayers Will cling around the distant bark Our pilgrim-band that bears. And oh! may ye, in brighter days, When coming years have flown, Return to those whose sun will set, When from them ye are gone! H. A. THE TRYSTING TREE. 'Neath the trysting tree, on a summer's day, Sat a maiden young and fair; Bright was the glance of her laughing eye, Dark was her braided hair: And her downcast face look'd sweeter still, When her lover hied him there. Pale was the youth, and sad his look, And cold grew the maiden's heart, When the dread words fell upon her ear, "Beloved one, we must part! Oh that my sire thy worth would own, All lovely as thou art I" Long wept the maiden by his side, At her daring love dismayed; For titles, and lands, and wealth had he, And she was a village maid: But her beauty bright his heart had won, As she roved in the greenwood shade. And now for a year, a weary year, Oh! that its length were o'er! He must hasten forth, at his sire's command, To dwell on a distant shore; And a voice within the maiden's heart Said, "He will return no more." Bitter the parting, wild her grief; "Wilt thou be true?" she sighed. "I pledge thee my faith by my lofty name," At her feet...
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