MY OLDEST FRIEND. As a man turns him from the close, hot street, And lingers 'neath the boughs that o'er him meet, I turn to thee, and from my heart I take Back to the early days my thoughts are winged, My mother! if I have not grown to be Yet sorrow not e'en if the tide have passed ; So we may "learn to labour and to wait " Until the God-sent breeze upon us come, When, dropping overboard our worldly freight, Lightened we steer for home! A SONG. WE are going to be married, And for this simple reason, We love one another. She has no money, And I am quite poor, So what will the "world" say? I can't tell I'm sure. God's green earth is 'neath us, God's blue sky above; And work seems not labour When the hands move by love. And if He smile on us, And like streams loosed from winter Our heart's banks brim o'er. But what will the "world" say? I can't tell I'm sure. So when we are married, This dear one" and I, We think we shall glide down And with Heaven's light to guide us APRIL. SONG. COME, with thy dewy showers! Come, and wake up the flowers, And give drink to the thirsty earth. Come, with thy changing skies! Pictures of life are they, Save that the clouds which dim our path Pass not so soon away. Come, with thy smiles and tears! Soon is thy sadness o'er, And thy face when thy transient grief is past Come, with thy odorous breath! Come, with thy voice so sweet! Thou say'st to the man of toil: "The summer, with all its joys, With beauty and pleasure rife The summer, with warmth, and mirth, and song, With freshness, and light, and life!" Come, with thy dewy showers! April, I hail thy birth! Come, and wake up the flowers, And give drink to the thirsty earth. GIVE ME THE MAN. GIVE me the man whose heart is brave, Give me the man who loves the poor, Give me the man who has no pride, Who holds a "title" as the stone |