DEPARTED JOYS.
Reading edition
FROM THE MELODIES OF SIR H. R. BISHOP.
Could we recal departed joys,
At price of parted pain,
Oh who that prizes happy hours,
Would live his life again?
Such
burning tears as once we shed
No pleasures can repay;
Pass to oblivion, joy and grief!
We’re thankful for today.
Calm be the current of our lives,
As rivers deep and clear;
Mild be the light upon our path,
To guide us and to cheer!
For streams of joy that burst and foam
May leave their channels dry.
And deadliest lightnings ever flash
The brightest in the sky!
GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.
Vol. XLI. PHILADELPHIA, AUGUST, 1852. No. 2.
