CDe 29oet'S Cormer.

For Me Enquirer. RecOllectiOnS of the Past!
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BY FLORENCE GREENVILLE. There are shadowy spirits now lowering nigh With wings that might rival the rainbow ill

 dye. They come from the realms of the past, with , the tears, The jeys and the so,ro,os of long uanished One bright wing seems bu,dened with sorrow and care, -.... . And droops meath the load it is destined to

 bear; Another is laden with hopes, like the sun On it's last golden rack, when the bright day

 is done. One brow seems all radiant with visions of With the light of a world far more holy than - thisi. ...s..- But there, as I gag, even now it is gone. Oh ever 'ts ttus Earth's fairest things are

 withdrawn. And hark! as listen, a heavenly song Is borne on the breeze from that shadowy ... throng; -.... They are chanting equiem Der joys that are

 past, Ger hopes that have wlhered ',eath Fortune 5

 chill blast. Live. they say, child of Earth, for a holier sphere. Where the past neer awakens sigh ar tear; Where joy never siaks in despsir's elo4m,

 night, Where 'Hop"'s vitions' will fade in reality'>

 light

 New Preston, Dec. IS, 1Sl7.