Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XV, Issue 4733, 8 March 1884, Page 1

Select Poetry.

FEOM HOME.

0 waft, ye breezes from the North, And wing me breaths from plumy pines, Down from the leagues of forest wild, O waft me sweets from scented mines, Yes, bring me mem'riea dear and rare, From haze crowned hills, and bluff, and glen, Of singing waters sweeping wide, That I shall never see again. ■

0 bring me scenes of gleaming waves, That sparkle as tho' set with gems; Of lakes that join their flashing chains, _ Beneath the lilies' floating stems; "Of rocky steeps that rise and slope In deep red winding fern-filled glades. With tints of leaf, and cliff, and wave, As ling'ringly the sunlight fades.

O waft me thoughts, 0 bring me dreams, Of halcyon hours so long I've known; Of peaceful days 'mid mighty pines, With voice of flood and winds alone : Of starry nights; of early dawn; Behind the shadowed eastern heights, When, aa the crater fired, the lake Burned with a thousand million lights.

When from a world full sad I've fled) Lying all pulseless, white, and cold, Those who do gaze will calmly say: " She dreamed of that she knew of old; Of silv'ry waters flowing fair, And lakes and hills 'neath Summer's glow, Of flow'ry paths and rosy skies. That she—forevermore will know."