...from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adoring The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ;...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame, And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave...

...wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. 104 And his soul — like the wood that grows precious iu burning — Gave out all its sweets to love's...

...from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adoring The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ;...back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, "When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame,...

...wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...— Give me back, give me back the wild freshness cf Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. IN THE MORNING OF LIFE. l« the...

...within it, that we know not of, till the brooding wing of love awakes it. And what a waking ! — " Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life thro' his frame ; And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave out all its sweets...

...convinced, was more conducive to health and beauty. " Yes," said Kate, gaily, " We all know that :— ' Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning ; Her smiles and her tears are worth evening's best light.' " " Still a quoter, Kate 1 I remember you used...

...the ealm eve of our night ; — Give me baek, give me baek the wild freshness of Morning, Her elouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. Oh, who would not weleome that moment's returning, \Vhen passion first waked a new life through his frame. And his soul,...

...Each wave that we danced on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Ev'ning's best light Г IV. Oh ! who would not welcome that moment's returning. When passion first...

...that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! :|| 3 Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth ev'ning's best light :|| 4 Oh I who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da...

...wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from ns, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...the wild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her teara are worth evening's best light. Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion...