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AT TWILIGHT.

The Bbipa are m, dear heart, tho shipi we lent To bring us treasures homn aeroia Life's sea ; The strong, brave ships of hope, on whioh we spent Youth's golden heritage with careless glee. Love, side by aide we oped oar vent ares forth In Life's glad morn ; now evening oometh od, And here wa stand to count the cargoes' worth, The sura of what is lost and what is won. Lo! here the ship that sailtd to bring vi fame, Ah, love t we freighted it with high desires ; It brings us back— a oareleßS word of blame, A nneer that deadens all our altar-fires. We find no laurel wreathing keel or prow, But what care we for fame of laurels now ? There lie the ships that Bailed to bring us wealth, . Ah, love I no marvel that thy oheeka grow white \ We freighted them with toil, foregoing health, Duapising restful ease and world's delighj;. To speed them well we spent our soanty store, We grudged not toil of hand nor thought of brain ; And Hope, the siren, whispered evermore, Of what the ehipß would bring aoross the main. We piotured their return— bn*, tb, not thus, With holds all empty, and with nails all torn. The golden argosies were not for us, Tot what ia world's wealth worth that wo should mourn? Life's nobler bliss m lowly paths may He, And we are lowly henoeforth, thou and I. The ships are m, dear-heart, the Bhips we thought Would bring ua all pur youthful hearts could orave The ships are in— but, ah, not one hath brought Our troasure baok aoross Life's stormy wave •'Not ona?"eaidl. Nay; dear, with trembling lip ' I turn about, and look into thine eyes. Kiss— kiss me close, the'i-e is one little ship Filled full of treasure, our most precious prlae I We launohed it fondly on a summer sea, A dearer venture than for gold or bays ? Full laden it comes baok to the* »nd me, With treasure dptfbled after man* ..***. The ib'jps are io, dear heart, -yY count oaf j store, ' ' .■<._■■ i tfotfa»j», ao v«|ltb, bot loT« for f ycrwon [

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Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 1759, 6 February 1888, Page 2

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360

AT TWILIGHT. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 1759, 6 February 1888, Page 2

AT TWILIGHT. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 1759, 6 February 1888, Page 2

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