WE PARTED IN SILENCE.

WE parted in silence, we parted by night,
On the banks of that lonely river;
Where the fragrant limes their boughs unite,
We met and we parted forever!
The night-bird sang, and the stars above
Told many a touching story

Of friends long passed to the kingdom of love,
Where the soul wears its mantle of glory.

We parted in silence; our cheeks were wet
With the tears that were past controlling;
We vowed we would never no, never forget,
And those vows at the time were consoling ;
But those lips that echoed the sounds of mine
Are as cold as that lonely river;
And that eye, the beautiful spirit's shrine,
Has shrouded its fires forever.

And now on the midnight sky I look,
And my heart grows full of weeping;

Each star is to me a sealed book,

Some tale of that loved one keeping.

The motem wried was isle and dank bitts fram

And all above sent the.

THE SANDS O' DEE.

We parted in silence, we parted in tears,

On the banks of that lonely river;

But the odor and bloom of those by-gone years
Shall hang o'er its waters forever.

JULIA CRAwford.

"O MARY, go and call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

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THE SANDS O' DEE.

Across the sands o' Dee!"

The western wind was wild, and dank wi' foam,

And all alone went she.

The creeping tide came up along the sand,
And o'er and o'er the sand,

And round and round the sand,

As far as eye could see:

The blinding mist came down and hid the land,
And never home came she.

"O is it weed, or fish, or floating hair,

A tress o' golden hair,

O' drowned maiden's hair,

Above the nets at sea?

Was never salmon yet that shone so fair,
Among the stakes on Dec."

They rowed her in across the rolling foam,

The cruel, crawling foam,

The cruel, hungry foam,

THE RECONCILIATION.

To her grave beside the sea;

But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home

Across the sands o' Dee.

い!!

CHARLES KINGSLEY.

THE RECONCILIATION.

As through the land at eve we went,

And plucked the ripened ears,

We fell out, my wife and I,

O we fell out, I know not why,
And kissed again with tears.

For when we came where lies the child
We lost in other years,

There, above the little grave,

O there, above the little grave,
We kissed again with tears.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

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