Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4278, 16 September 1882, Page 1

Select Poetry.

' IN THE TWILIGHT. , Sitting alone in the twilight, Thinking of old years flown; Thinking of dear days vanished— Faces and forma long ago; ." " , p .., \' Missing sweet glances of kindness '""' " And looks of affection arid'love, And knowing only, ah! only, That the dear ones are'now above. '. -They've vanished and left me alone here, Alone on the wild wide o»rth, And only the stars above me ' „. Seem able to feel the.dearth; •A i &/^_ - • - To' sympathise with my trouble, &£s«*«s£! As they twinkle, in twilight air, For they seem to t be';sile;nt answers,, ,-5,12 ?,«* To broken snatches of prayer^ '"" i" ,Bo they know ? Oh, God, can they toll juts . -If the"- dear, ones I loved 'bfDyfice/ :r:->\'-Are watching and waiting 'Hiy me on !' That golden ana'tnreefltf s&Jia^j'i:' "' ''»•" Are they standing there in the twilight And peering ont in the gloom, And saying to one another — " Not yet can we bi# him come ?"•* ; '■• ■. Not yet, but in the long future, '.'.._ On some day that must be born We shall say:. ",Come home, ph brother, . . Of love and affection born; Come home, dear friend of our young yean, -. To the love and hopes of yore, - .\ Made real, intensified, sweetened, In ,the rest of this golden shore." .. • , Ah, the stars in the summer twilight Are all that are left me now; No sunshine—all storm and darkness—." ,;' No glory about my brow, . : ' ; ' No life in whose bosom a heart beats In concord to mine, alas, , \ No mournor to weep or to sorrow, When I lie in my grave on the grass. ... Still I'll.murmur not, but endeavor „;■ To weather the trouble and pain, And the clouds of sorrow and sadness Will not have been .sent in/vain; ' And then as the years roll onward, ' I'll look towards that golden'shore, Where the loved and lost shall say "Welcome For ever and evermore."