Never shall my heart be burthened
With its ancient woe and fears;

I can drive them from my presence,
I can check these foolish tears.

Back, ye Phantoms; leave, oh leave me To a new and happy lot;

Speak no more of things departed,

Leave me, for I know ye not.

Can it be that 'mid my gladness
I must ever hear you wail,
Of the grief that wrung my spirit,
And that made my cheek so pale ?

Joy is mine; but your sad voices
Murmur ever in mine ear:
Vain is all the Future's promise,
While the dreary Past is here.

Vain, oh worse than vain, the Visions
That my heart, my life would fill,

If the Past's relentless phantoms

THANKFULNESS.

Y God, I thank Thee who hast made
The Earth so bright;

So full of splendour and of joy,
Beauty and light;

So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right!

I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made

Joy to abound;

So many gentle thoughts and deeds

Circling us round,

That in the darkest spot of Earth

Some love is found.

I thank Thee more that all our joy

Is touched with pain;

That shadows fall on brightest hours;

That thorns remain ;

So that Earth's bliss may be our guide,

And not our chain.

For Thou who knowest, Lord, how soon
Our weak heart clings,

Hast given us joys, tender and true,
Yet all with wings,

So that we see, gleaming on high,
Diviner things!

I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept

The best in store;

We have enough, yet not too much

To long for more:

A yearning for a deeper peace,

Not known before.

I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls,

Though amply blest,

Can never find, although they seek,

A perfect rest

Nor ever shall, until they lean

On Jesus' breast!

HOME-SICKNESS.

HERE I am, the halls are gilded,
Stored with pictures bright and rare;

Strains of deep melodious music

Float upon the perfumed air:

Nothing stirs the dreary silence

Save the melancholy sea,
Near the poor and humble cottage,
Where I fain would be!

Where I am, the sun is shining,
And the purple windows glow,

Till their rich armorial shadows
Stain the marble floor below:-
Faded Autumn leaves are trembling,
On the withered jasmine tree,
Creeping round the little casement,

Where I fain would be!

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Where I am, the days are passing

O'er a pathway strewn with flowers; Song and joy and starry pleasures

Crown the happy smiling hours :Slowly, heavily, and sadly,

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Time with weary wings must flee, Marked by pain, and toil, and sorrow, Where I fain would be!

Where I am, the great and noble,
Tell me of renown and fame,
And the red wine sparkles highest,
To do honour to my name:—

Far away a place is vacant,

By a humble hearth for me, Dying embers dimly show it Where I fain would be!

Where I am, are glorious dreamings,
Science, genius, art divine!

And the great minds whom all honour

Interchange their thoughts with mine :

A few simple hearts are waiting,

Longing, wearying, for me,