MUSINGS IN THE TWILIGHT.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1051, 9 June 1882, Page 4

MUSINGS IN THE TWILIGHT.

In the Twilight alone I am sitting, And fast through my memory are flitting The dreams of youth, i'he Future is smiling before me, And Hope’s bright visions float o’er me— Shall I doubt their truth ? I know that my hopes may prove bubbles, Too frail to endure, And thick-strewn bo the cares and the troubles That life has in store. But ’tis best we know not the sorrow That comes with a longed-for to-morrow, And the anguish unci care : [f the veil from my future were lifted, Perhaps at the side I had drifted Down into despair : If I knew all the woes that awaited My hurrying feet, My pleasures might oftener be freighted With bitter than sweet. And yet, though my life has been lonely, Some flowers I have plucked that could only Prom trials have sprung ; Some joys 1 have known that did borrow Their brightness from contrast with sorrow That over me hung. For tho moonbeams are blighter in seeming When clouds are gone by, If only a moment tneir gleaming Be hid from the eye. Sad indeed would be Life’s dewy morning, If, all Hope’s bright promises scorning, O’erburdened with fears, We saw but the woe and the sorrow That would come to our hearts on the morrow, The sighs and the tears. So ’tis best that we may not discover What Fate hath in store, Nor lift up the veil that hangs over What lieth before. Chambers's Journal.