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Fare thee well !_Fare thee well !-If these wild woven
numbers May claim a fond place in a bosom so pure, Till death from mortality's coil disencumbers Thy soul, -and earth's dreams may no longer
endure, Let the glass of thy mind give thee back, undefaced By time, absence, or sorrow, the thoughts of the past !
Fare thee well !--Fare thee well !—Whilst a pilgrim I
wander, Unsoothed and unloved on this cold-hearted earth, On the hour we first met, and last parted, I'll ponder,
Till visions of gladness from grief shall have birth ; Whatsoe'er may
life's sands to their last Must have sped, ere I cease to REMEMBER THE PAST !
THE WAKING DREAM.
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
[It is scarcely possible to describe the thrilling sensations of bliss which he
who long has tost On the thorny bed of pain
experiences, when permitted for the first time to breathe and walk again' under the glorious canopy of heaven. Gray, in his Ode on the Pleasures arising from Vicissitude, observes of a person under such circumstances, with infinite beauty as well as
• The meanest floweret of the vale,
In the fulness of heart which the contemplation of a setting sun, diffusing its hues of golden light over a wide and singularly beautiful extent of landscape - and this, too, after weeks of sultriness and suffering,—were the following lines poured forth. Every one has, doubtless, on such an occasion, invested the fantastic clouds which sport in a summer sky with such personifications as best consorted with the associations and temper of mind of the moment. The writer had just laid down Milton's Paradise Lost, and this will in some measure account for the fanciful vision he has attempted to depict.]
Why, what a Paradise is earth to-day !
Instinct with new existence,-fresher life;
Throned in a car, inwoven of the beams Of the descending sun, whose flashing wheels
Leave a long trail of glory as they speed,
On the distance, A huge and moving mass appears to rise