60 DAS LIEBEN'S ZIEL. DAS LIEBEN'S-ZIEL. WE seek that which we ne'er can win- Our life is but a thought between We mourn for things all fled away: We struggle through life's dreamy years, And when our last, best home appears, We enter it-to rest! ANON. TO JULIA. 61 TO JULIA. WHEN Time was entwining the garland of years, Which to crown my beloved was given, Though some of the leaves might be sullied with tears, Yet the flowers were all gathered in heaven. And long may this garland be sweet to the eye, Young love shall enrich it with many a sigh, T. MOORE. 62 THE HOUR GLASS. THE HOUR-GLASS. MARK the golden grains that pass Its task performed, its travel past, Which time has scattered with his hand ? And bid it run another hour? A thousand years of toil were vain, To gather up one single grain. MRS. MILNE. ABSENCE. 63 ABSENCE. TO MY MOTHER. My birth-day! O beloved mother! That listen to her nightly prayer? How is she changed since he was there 64 ABSENCE. I know not if my mother's eye Would find me changed in other things; And many leaves once fair and gay, From youth's full flower have dropped away- The lessened flower gets near the core; And leaves to those who loved it first, The sunshine and the dew by which its bud was nursed. Dear mother! dost thou love me yet? Am I remembered in my home? When those I love for joy are met, Does some one wish that I would come? My heart is full-mine eyes are wet Dear mother! dost thou love thy long-lost wan derer yet? Oh! when the hour to meet again |