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344 FOREST MELODIES.
I would not return, though a mother's tears Have flow'd in my absence for three long years; For the glory and gold of this earthly sphere, I would not abandon my sufferings here.
" I remember that voice—that startling call Of my Master, who bade me relinquish all; But in every zephyr that murmurs by, In the leaves' low rustle, the tempest's cry, In the sound of waves as they rush along With the plaintive swell of a thrilling song, These words with the tones of that mandate blend, * I 'm with you now, and will be to the end.'"
Then from the banks of that beautiful river, Where poplar leaves in the breezes quiver, While the moon look'd down with a tranquil ray, That pale-brow'd stranger pursued his way : The waves murmur'd louder beneath his feet, The leaves with a quicker pulsation beat, And he turn'd away from that lovely scene, With a calmer heart, and a brow serene.
Youth is the time for hope— She lights her stars above our way, And where our gladsome footsteps stray,
How sweet her blossoms ope !