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TO MELISSA. 79 |
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I 'm thinking of my Mother—
0 ! as her days shall wane, What feeling heart shall share her grief ?
What hand shall soothe her pain ?
Sure, if to any one on earth
My gratitude is due, My Mother, for thy care and love,
It is, it is to you!
Oct., 1818.
TO MELISSA.
Friend of my school-days, adieu !
I will think of thee oft when away; And Mem'ry those scenes shall renew
That are bright in my.fancy to-day.
I see thee as when we met In the joyous years gone by ;
When flowers with dew-drops were wet, And no shadow had dimm'd our sky.
When Hope on thy forehead was bright, And Affection's gem shone there—
Thine eye has lost none of its light, Thy brow is still lovely and fair!
Friend of my school-days, adieu!
Our ties of endearment are riven! If we never shall meet here below,
Let us meet in yon beautiful heaven! |
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