The Golden Journey and Other Verses

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 Excerpt: ...mournful tune. The dove cooed ever more gently As the whispering wind passed by, And the linnet's note sounded softer, And sadder the bittern's cry. 'O wind! O wind! now tell me What thou to the birds didst say?' But the wind still sighing, sighing, Through the forest stole away. My heart was beating, beating, Faster that day in June, And a voice within it murmured A dreamy dirge-like tune. 'O heart! O heart! now tell me What the voice to thee doth say?' And my heart did sadly answer, 'All things must pass away.' And the brook went rippling, rippling, The wind sighed over the lea; But the voice in my heart sounded sweeter The longer it sang to me. TO-MORRO W. The setting sun, with dying beam, Had waked the purple hills to fire; And citadel, and dome, and spire, Were gilded by the far off gleam; And in and out dark pine-trees crept Full many a slender line of gold; Gold motes athwart the river swept, And kissed it as it onward rolled. And sunlight lingered loth to go.. Ah well! it causeth sorrow To part from those we love below, And yet the sun as bright shall glow To-morrow. The tide was ebbing on the strand, And stooping low its silver crest, The crimson seaweed laid at rest Upon the amber-ribbed sand, Dashed o'er the rocks, and on the shore Flung parting wreaths of pearly spray, Then fled away. Yet turned once more And sent a sigh across the bay, As though it could not bear to go. Ah well! it causeth sorrow To part from those we love below, Yet thitherward the tide shall flow To-morrow. Two hearts had met to say farewell At even when the sun went down; Each life-sound from the busy town Smote sadly as a passing-bell. One whispered, ' Parting is sweet pain, At morn and eve returns the tide.' 'Nay, parting rends the heart in twain.' And still they lingered ...