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Southland Times, Issue 581, 22 October 1866, Page 3

OEiailS T AL POETET. IN MEMORlAM.— Continued. 111. I stood beside the couch, where lay The wreck of sunny manhood's day, The rose yet lingered on his cheek, Like setting sun's last radiant streak. But pale and damp his lofty brow, And lustreless his bright eye now ; His sinewy fingers lay at rest, Beclasped upon his heaving breast, And ever and anon he'd stare With dreamy, fitful, anxious glare, That said to* all the weepers by — Oh ! 'tis an awful thing to die. IV. Hast thou e'er seen the rainbow hues Evanish from the brow of heaven, Or fiow'ret gemmed with crystal dews, Droop and decay long ere the even ? Or sunbeam ling'ring iv the west, Tinning the cloud and mountain crest With burnished gold — then calm and slow Sink in the ocean wave below ? Twas thus my Mend of youthhood's day Faded from earthly scenes away j One parting smile of heavenly glow, Played o'er his face ot purest snow ; One gentle sigh — it was his last, His spirit with its breathing passed To realms of light beyond the sky, Where friendships never droop and die. (To he Continued.) THE HAPPY LAND. Thejjhappy land ! Studded with cheerful homesteads, fan- to see, With garden grace and household symmetry ; How grand the wide-browsd peasant's lordly mien, The matron's smile serene ! O happy, happy land ! The happy land ! Half hid iv the dewy grass, the mower blyth, Sings to the day-star as he whets his scythe ; And to his babes at eventide again Carols as blyth a strain. O happy, happy land ! The happy land ! Where in the golden sheen of autumn eves The bright-hair'd children play among the sheaves j Or gather ripe apples all the day, As ruddy-cheek'd as they. O happy, happy land ! O happy land ! The thin smoke curleth through the frosty air ; The light smiles from the windows; hearken there To the white grandsire's tale of heroes old, To flame-eyed listeners told. O happy, happy land! O happy, happy land ! The tender foliaged alders scarcely shade Yon loitering lover and glad blushing maid. O happy land ! the spring that quickens thco Is human liberty. O happy, happy land ! W. J. Linton. Stockmo STAND THIS SEASON, AT BLACKWATEB, NEAR RIVERTON, The Thorough-bred Horse "PROFESSOR." TEEMS— £3 10s., To be paid before removal of raaret. W. H. NTTRSE.