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220 FOREST MELODIES.
Thou dost bring sad recollections Of our once bright hopes laid low, Hopes once bright as summer flowers, But like them all fading now.
Thou dost waken recollections
Of a dear departed one, Who last autumn linger'd with us,
But whose journey now is done.
Ah ! when last the sweet flowers wither'd, 'Neath thy sceptre's magic power,
That sweet friend was pale and fading, Like a drooping autumn flower.
And it seem'd each breath of autumn Left that wasting cheek more pale,
And the lamp of life burn'd feebler With each passing autumn gale.
Winter came—that brother slumber'd;
Spring return'd—he was not here ; Summer's days have all been number'd,
Autumn's moans are in my ear;
But, though birds return'd in spring time, And the flowers renew'd their bloom,
Theron, like the flowers reviving, Hath not waken'd from the tomb.