COMPARISONS.

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BY CHARLES WEST THOMSON.

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A leaf upon the stream,

When the brook is rushing by

In its glorious summer dream,—

Such am I.—

A feather in the air,

When the autumn breeze is high,

Driven here and driven there,—

Such am I.—

A wild flower in the glade,

Where the quiet Zephyrs sigh,

Most happy in the shade.—

Such am I.—

As the aspen among trees,

Where the sleeping waters lie,

Stirred by every passing breeze,—

Such am I.—

But the leaf will find a shore,

The feather cease to fly,

And both be seen no more,—

So will I.—

The flower soon will fade,

And the aspen’s leaves be dry,

Both forgotten in the glade,—

So am I.—

March, 1841.