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30 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
And fain would soar away With thee, blest one, to thy sweet home of bliss—
0 how shall I, the lonely-hearted, stay
In such a world as this !
When thou hast left my side, Thou guide and counsellor of my early days— Ah, thro' the path before me, cheerless, wide,
Thro' tears of grief I gaze!
And dost thou linger now Even in the vale of death, with tender eye Directed to my own, and clammy brow,
Why I may not attend Thy footsteps thro' the dark and shadowy vale ?
1 would go with thee, 0 my dearest friend,
My spirit would not fail;
But I must tarry here; Thy wing is chainless—pass, triumphant one! Thy course is upward to a holier sphere;
Mine lies beneath the sun.
Nay, ask me not again, With that sweet, dying look, and voice so low; Thy strange request, my brother, gives me pain—■
Thou know'st I cannot go!