THE TRIBUNE.

For The TiiaUan.
THE VOICE OF THE PAST.
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By eLYcUs
past. pi.lsaa, sa: rnoafnfal % the sooi. o''iAN
vorcr of the Past, what memories start
From their sleep in the dreamy soul;
As through the lone halls OF the mouldenng heart


Thy solemn echoes roll:
Thou ,elIes, Of years when that hear: was y0'ng'
And the Spirit sung there its Joyous song
Or ever its delicate chords had been "5ahs


With pain, and guilt, and wroa&'
Or ever its strings had been ans''"ns
By the f,enzied grasp OF wiia oesfaN'


Or the rude hand OF Care.
Where are now the friends that we lov'd,
I, The oleasant times OF old tmoyd'
snre from those scenes which they gladden'd, re-


Sleep on ear,h's bosom cod
Thy accents sad voice, softly whisPerd, yet clear
BRING them before us in beauty again;
And others, from whom we have parted, appear


Among the shadowy tram;
And others, that once were unspeakabIy dear
But the rocks OF strife, the shoals OF neglect,


Their hollow friendship wreckd
Wber. are the Dreams that we cheIiah'd then
In the young bosom free and light;
Dreams tia; viii never, an never again,


Brighten It's long, long uight1
What rap;urouz yisions they were, so fair,
So bright with the promise of joys to come!
They gilded the future with ;reacherous glare,


And false, deceptive bloom;
They painted existence with colorpg rare;
Alas, though they ravish'd, the waking was pain;


Pain to the throbbing BRAIN!
Where are the Hopes that used 10 iwIre
Around the columns of the heGf;;
With a greenness too vigorous sVer to pine,


A seen, 100 sweet to depart
Sapless and wither'd, they persh'd last
To mingle their ashes with 's decay;
And slowly and moumfully, (Shadowy Past ,


Their promise died away:
And sadly thv uoice tells the laborng breast,
How they were riven by lightning and storm,


Or disappointment's woun
Voice Of the Past st,-thy iremulous tone
Makes the soul in its solitude mourn,
AS il vacan,ly muses. DER JOYS that have flown;


Joys that will not return
Thought gszes downward the vista OF years,
Ger friends departed, DER hopes betrayed
And traces lis splr,-eyes melting in tears


What ravages time has made
And lists, with its viewess and shadowy ears,
While from the deep soul, depressed, overcast,


Comes the voice Ct the Past.