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I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
Those flowers made of light !
And where my brother set
The tree is living yet !
Where I was used to swing,
To swallows on the wing;
That is so heavy now,
The fever on my brow !
I remember, I remember
The fir trees dark and high;
Were close against the sky:
But now 'tis little joy
Than when I was a boy.
THE LIGHTS OF LONDON TOWN.
GEORGE R. SIMS.
The way was long and weary,
But gallantly they strode,
Along the heavy road.
But hlithe of heart were they,
The Lights of London lay. O gleaming lamps of London that gem the
City's crown, What fortunes lie within you, O Lights of
The years passed on and found them
Within the mighty fold,
But brought them little gold.
On long still summer niglits, They'd seek the far-off country
Beyond the London lights. O mocking lamps of London, what weary
eyes look down, And mourn the day they saw you, O Lights
of London Town.
With faces worn and weary,
That told of sorrow's load, One day a man and woman
Crept down a country road. They sought their native village,
Heart-broken from the fray; Yet shining still behind them,
The Lights of London lay. O cruel lamps of London, if tears your light
could drown, Your victims' eyes would weep them, O
Lights of London town.
AS SLOW OUR SHIP.
As slow our ship her foamy track
Against the wind was cleaving,
To that dear isle 'twas leaving.
From all the links that bind us; So turn our hearts, as on we rove,
To those we've left behind us !
And when, in other climes, we meet
Some isle or vale enchanting,
And nought but love is wanting;
To live and die in scenes like this,
As travellers ost look back at eve
When eastward darkly going,
Still faint behind them glowing: -
To gloom hath near consigned us,
Of joy that's left behind us.
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
It is an ancient Mariner,
Now wherefore stopst thou me?
And I am next of kin;
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone;
"The ship was cheered, the harbor cleared,
Merrily did we drop
“The sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
"Higher and higher every day,
The bride hath paced into the hall,
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
“And now the storm-blast came, and he
“With sloping masts and dipping prow,
“And now there came both mist and snow,
“And through the drifts the snowy clists
“The ice was here, the ice was there,
“At length did cross an Albatross,
“It ate the food it ne'er had ate,
And round and round it flew.
“In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
“God save thee, ancient Mariner !
From the fiends, that plague thee thus !
‘The sun now rose upon the right: