Original Poetry.

Evening Star, Volume III, Issue 778, 2 November 1865, Page 2

Original Poetry.

TO L1221E, THE FRIEND OF MY YOUTH.* Oft in the stillness of evening, and oft at morning's dawn, When the first bright ray appeareth, and £h» last one is withdrawn ; When I sit by the fireside 6ewing, or read in our books of yore, How I think of the moments so happy ; —how I sigh that they are no more 1 Oh, would that the wide sea that petrta us, were dried up a moment or two, Dear friend of my youth and companion, Very soon would I then be with you t In the home where I now live, I hear still the varying voice of the wave j Now high as the piper's shrill whistle : now hollow and low as the grave ; And oft as I listen attentive, to hear what the murnmrings say, Thy glad merry laugh mingle* with them,, as once in Corio's old bay. Oh, would. &e. The sun, and the moon, and the stars shine now as we saw them of old ; But the moon's fairest beam is but "sickly," ' and the sun's warmest ray is but " cold ;" For I miss our bright walks in the morning,— our strolls in the evening's shade, — The rambles 'midst flowers in the gardens ; and the beach where so oft we have played. Oh, would, &c. When I go to the Church on a Sunday, a Strang© voice there now greets mine ear, But with it come thoughts of the preacher, and teachers, we once used to hear ; And oft as I think of the and of those •who taught us so kind, I wonder if through life's rough journey, such others, we ever raay find. Oh, would, &c. The voices that teach us may change dear, but the.ever blest Book is the same, Be its light then the lamp-r of our feat, love, and its hope our life's latest aim, And then if we meet not on this earth, a bright world awaits us above, — A world without sorrow or parting,—a world of unchangeable love. OL., then will the wide sea that parts us be dried up a moment or two, Dear friend of my youth and companion, I shall then be ever with you S

*By a Young Lady in Bunedia to a Young Lady in Geelong. +Psalm cxxx., v. 105.