Volume 32 / Part 15 — LINES TO ——.

BY CAROLINE F. ORNE.

Like a cloud of the summer sunset Gleaming across the blue, Like a star of the golden twilight Through the misty evening dew, Like a strain of heavenly music Breathed mournfully and low, Charming the heart to sadness By its bewildering flow— Thou camest to my presence In the far off long-ago. Thou camest for a moment, Then fleeted swift away, As the rosy cloud of sunset Fades at the close of day, As the beaming star of twilight Withdraws its golden ray. Thou hast past from out my presence As the songs low cadence dies, Which the heart seeketh ever, And evermore it flies. Oh, in my weary journeying Come to me yet once more, While still my footsteps wander On Time's uncertain shore. Come to me, oh, sweet vision Of what my soul has sought, And with mine once more mingle Thy far, sky-piercing thought. Call I in vain thy spirit? Do I seek thee all in vain? Shall I never hear thy accent In music fall again? Why didst thou cross my pathway, Oh soul so pure and true? To fade like the clouds of sunset. Like the star from the misty blue?