Original Poetry.

Evening Star, Issue 4140, 3 June 1876, Page 4

Original Poetry.

LASTING PLEASURE. Say not only pleasures please,. I Brink the cup when’er yoti can, • I, But not always, scenes like these, Fill the restless mind of man. ‘ j Not the mirth, the jest, 7 the song— I These beguile the passing hours—* Give us pleasures lasting long, | Fading not like summer flowers. Sweeter to my list’nihg ear, As 1 strove to act my part, Was the low “ God bless you, dear,” Spoken from an honest heart. Gentle words, and deeds of love; Scatter round your path below, And'ydur journey hefe will prove ; Brighter, as you onward go. life is full of pain and sin, Sometimes dark may be the night. Yet there dwells a peace within ■ Every breast that strives for right; And the gentle, soothing word , That has dried the orpnan’s tear ; .... May in other worlds be heard, ; When thy soul has passed from here. Let ns mirth and pleasure gain, ■: Ever calls the erring'mind ; . These may come, but yet how vain ,■ : Was the peace you hoped to find. > v -. When .we lay us down, to rest,, . Better far if we can say— I have striven to do my best, ! Brightening'some sad heart to’ day . ■r • .. Krrrr.