THE PARTING OF SUMNER.

by MRS. HEM ANS.
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EiEa at ~ iEBY MRS. HEM ANS. aNlas .8i0
Ihou'rt bearing hence thy roses, .
Glad Summer fare thee well


Thou'rt singing thy last melodies Y AA
In every wood and dell: ggol aasal
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But in the golden sunset, .ll,
OF Thy latest lingering day,


Oh! tell me o'er this conquered earth '1ai


How hast thou. passed away7 aAal ,dti
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Brightly sweet summer! brightly \,


Thine hours have foated by


To the joyous birds of woodland boughs-


To the rangers of the sky;


And brightly in the forests,


TO the wild bird bounding free;
And brightly midst the garden flowers,
TO the happy, murmuring bee. a
But how TO human bosoms, etUr :.
With all their hopes and fears; 7,g ia.
And thoughts that make them eagle wings


To pierce the unborn years? !? # .aatr 81. .a
Sweet Summer to the captive aaAe' Z


Thou hast flown in burning dreams, l1,
Ot the woods, with all their hopes and leaves
And the blue rejoicing streams s45 ..l
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To the wasted and the weary; au 3np T, .


On the bed OF sickness bound, ti' Hs 1u.
In sweet delicious fantasies, ID I'LL uEu al


That changed with every sound a'..
To the sailor on the pillows, aa .#4
In longing wild and vain iia ". r.N#.aa
For the gushing founts and breezy hills,
|. And the homes Of earth again 4' Fs
And unto me, glad summer! lt 'hi.. ''e
| How hast thou flown to me?
| My changeless footsteps nanght have kept
| From the haunts Of song and gIee
Thou hast flown with wayward visions, .i


In memories of the Dead ..
In shadows from a troubled heart,


O'er sunny pathway shed; ,.s.
In brief and sudden strivings ..... n. a


To flight weight aside; Fl, ......, .-... ST..
Midst these thy melodies have ceased, \,


And all thy roses died ..,t.,u, -.... .r...
But oh thou gentle summer .sIHuaauua


If greet thy flowers once more, ,east.ua.
Bring me again thy bueyancy, Iru.aat a..


Wherewith my soul should soar! sa .l
Give me to hail thy sunshine . ,o.
With song and spirit free; y..
Or in purer land than this y .. l1
May our next meeting be! 'ua o. aa