These are most dear, but soon shall pass That summons of the heart; Congenial spirits, soon, alas! Are ever doomed to part. Yet those to whom such grief is given, Say, can a wandering light from heaven Earth would be all too bright, - too blest, With such pure ties of love; Let kindred spirits hope to rest Save in a rest above. Nashua Oasis. The World as it is. The world is not so bad a world As some would like to make it; This world will ne'er afford to man This world in truth 's as good a world And these are very many; This world is quite a clever world, Nor seek to burst the kindly bond To always be contented. Then were the world a pleasant world, ANON. The Will. The star of the unconquered will, Serene and resolute, and still, I fear not in a world like this, LONGFELLOW. My Mountain Home. I love my own dear mountain home, To view each varied scene; The gurgling rill and waters bright As forth they pour from mountain height, And woods all glad with green. And I a walk delight to take At times beside the limpid lake Just by the margin found. And when the sun sinks in the west, The nightingale's loud, thrilling songs, Until the stars appear. And then as sinks the morning star, To hear the cuckoo from afar Commence her gladsome lay; |