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THE MINIATURE.

TIME hurries on,

Like the fleet courser in his arrowy flight;
Thus have the swift and joyful moments gone
In rapturous delight:

While I have cast

O'er my full heart a dream of bygone hours--
Visions of bliss that fling around the past

Yes!

Their sunshine and their flowers.

once again

From those dear lips doth memory bear to me

Words whose sweet music falls like summer rain, All joyously and free.

Winds waft around

Sighs softly murmured-whispers faint and low;

While the fresh air is rich with every sound

That loving voices know.

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Still are my eyes

Full of the scenes where thou wert fond and kind; The fields, the flowers, the streams, the very skies Are pictured on my mind :

Making still mine

Smiles rich in gladness as an autumn sky, Thoughts breathing wisdom full of truths divine, And meanings pure and high:

Bliss born of youth,

Shedding a beauty on life's golden years,

Stirring its hidden springs of love and truth,
With feelings nursed in tears:

Joys that impart

Deep in the mind a knowledge fair and good,

Gladdening the breast, and feeding the young heart With wild, delicious food:

Giving the breath

Language too kind for thoughts of worldly strife,

Filled with an influence as strong as death,

And deep as human life.

How sweetly blest

Musing I sit, entranced in visions rare,

While on my brain undying memories rest,

And leave a gladness there.