POETRY.

ron THE MADIsoslAs.
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FoR tn. MADIsoRIAs.


ToE ii.
why sigh for the pleasures which, long since, have
passed,


And sleep In the depth Of oblivion's dark tomb
Why sigh for the pleasures, which have all faded
fast,


And shtouded the heart with detection and glooml
why conIure up scenes Of our earliest days,
And awaken the chords which, in silence, have
lain;


At'nne them, once more, TO re-echo the lays
which revive in the heart such sad feelings again I
Why dwell upon dreams which, In chiidhood's brief
hours,


Came, waited in gales of the sweetest perfume;
bui now when in darkness sad misery lowers,
Have lost all their brightness and beauty and booml
Why sigh for the hours which neer will return,
And dwell on the scenes witch no more we may
know;
Why stir up the ashes which lie In the urn,
Where, all that Is left, is bul sadness and woe q
Ah. 40; let those scenes in tranquility lie,
Nor disturb the soft slumbers OF hopes thai have
flown;
No art can recall, no riches can buy
The pleasures which sped with the days that are
gone H. B. S.