To put the cold world out of sight,

With hues of rainbow-light.

If sorrow be his lot below;

Be dark with clouds of woe?

Repay long years of sore distress—

[Pg 25]

Make glad the wilderness?

Of innocence, of love and truth!

Thou fairy-dream of youth!

The slow result of Life’s decay,

For one bright summer-day.

[Pg 26]

[Pg 26]

FAR AWAY.

FAR AWAY.

All in his manly pride:

Yet still she glanced aside.

“Too gallant and too gay,

When he is far away!”

Across the seas,” he said:

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