308 TIME AND ITS CHANGES. That Love's strong hand would put aside But that is past; if you should stray Time and its Changes. Bailey. HERE is no charm in time, as time, nor good; The servants have forgotten our step, and more Adversity, prosperity, the grave, Play a round game with friends. On some the world THE TOAST. From honor and remembrance, and a stare The Toast. HE feast is o'er! Now brimming wine Before each eager guest; And silence fills the crowded hall, As deep as when the herald's call Then up arose the noble host, And smiling cried, “A toast, a toast, Here, before all, I pledge the name Then to his feet each gallant sprung, And every cup was raised on high, Till Stanley's voice was heard. 309 Scott "Enough, enough," he smiling said, “That all may have their due, Then one by one each guest sprung up, 'Tis now St. Leon's turn to rise; St. Leon raised his kindling eye, "Whose image never may depart, "To one whose love for me shall last When lighter passions long have passed, So holy 'tis and true; TIME. To one whose love hath longer dwelt, Each guest upstarted at the word, And Stanley said, "We crave the name, St. Leon paused, as if he would Then bent his noble head, as though Time. 311 Young. HE bell strikes one; we take no note of time, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours. Where are they? With the years beyond the flood It is the signal that demands despatch; How much is to be done! 312 THE HEART'S FINE GOLD. The Heart's Fine Gold. W. O Bourne. SAW a little girl That shivered by my side, And the sparkling snow, with a whiff and a whirl, As she pushed her hair aside. I saw her tearful eye, That spoke in tender power, And the throbbing heart, with a throe and a sigh, I asked what brought her there : In accents low and sad, She asked for some food, for crust was the fare, Her father with the dead Had gone to take his rest; He had struggled long with the toil and dread And had always done his best. Her simple tale I heard, Nor did she speak in vain; For the prayerful tone, and the sigh, and the word Of the pale, thin lips, all my pity stirred, As she spoke in tears again. |