THE SERENADE.
"EARTH'S CHILDREN CLEAVE TO EARTH."
LINES IN MEMORY OF WILLIAM LEGGETT.
POEMS.
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THE AGES.°
I.
When to the common rest that crowns our days,
Called in the noon of life, the good man goes,
Or full of years, and ripe in wisdom, lays
His silver temples in their last repose;
When, o'er the buds of youth, the death-wind blows,
And blights the fairest; when our bitter tears
Stream, as the eyes of those that love us close,
We think on what they were, with many fears
Lest goodness die with them, and leave the coming years:
II.
And therefore, to our hearts, the days gone by—
When lived the honoured sage whose death we wept,
And the soft virtues beamed from many an eye,
And beat in many a heart that long has slept—
Like spots of earth where angel-feet have stepped—
