Lays from the West

Lo! the sunset fire is burning in the roseate sky of evening Where grand in dying glory sinks the god of day to rest And wide o'er the dewy meadows lie the golden lights and sha...

My friend, on this your wedding-day, Where Love and Hope unite, To yield with Hymenal ray The bridal morning bright.-- When hands are clasped And cups are quaffed, When round go...

And when our life on earth is o'er And we from all our toil shall rest, The beams of Love will light that shore Where Love has ransomed all the Blest!

Only relics, yet precious and pure Are the dreams of the days of old, Though they tell of wounds that no charm can cure, And of bright hopes, dead and cold. Only visions of fore...

Oh! sometimes when our hearts are gay, And Pleasure round us smiles, Too soon the hours may pass away That rosy Mirth beguiles; And we may feel a tinge of pain Amid the festal c...

Then the spirit reached her fingers, Taper things of rosy snow, Took my songs, and as she took them, "Tiny germs," she whispered "go! Root among the coming hours, Seeds are ye o...

Child, you have never loved, and cannot know How drear and hopeless youth itself may seem; The long, blank loveless years to wonder through, With nought, save memory of a bygone...