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Fainter grew her voice, and weaker,
As with anxious eyes she cried, "Down the avenue of chestnuts,
I can hear a horseman ride."
"It was only the deer that were feeding
They were startled, and fled to the thicket
Now the night arose in silence,
There was only a sound of weeping
Peace to the quiet Dead!
HEN the bright stars came out last night,
I had a vision of delight—
A dream of by-gone hours.
Those hours that came and fled so fast
Of pleasure or of pain,
As phantoms rose from out the past
Before my eyes again.
With beating heart did I behold
Lit with the radiant light of old,
And, smiling, crowned with flowers.
And some were hours of childish sorrow,
A mimicry of pain,
That through their tears looked for a morrow
They knew must smile again.
Those hours of hope that longed for life,
And ere the summons to the strife,
I knew the echo of their voice,
I knew the perfume of their flowers;
O stay, I cried-bright visions, stay,
But, smiling still, they passed away,
Like shadows of the morn.
One spirit still remained, and cried, "Thy soul shall ne'er forget!" He standeth ever by my side
The phantom called Regret!
But still the spirits rose, and there
And anxious hours of fear and care
Dim shadows came of lonely hours,
And in the opening smile of flowers
Calm hours that sought the starry skies
I knew the hours of
Stern hours that darkened the sun's light,
Heralds of coming woes,
With trailing wings, before my sight
From the dim past arose.
As each dark vision passed and spoke
I prayed it to depart:
At each some buried sorrow woke
And stirred within my heart.
Until these hours of pain and care
Spread their dark pinions in the air
THE TWO INTERPRETERS.
HE clouds are fleeting by, father,
Look in the shining west,
The great white clouds sail onward
Upon the sky's blue breast.
Look at a snowy eagle,
His wings are tinged with red, And a giant dolphin follows him,
With a crown upon his head!"