144 The Canary. 



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FAREWELL. 



" Thou 'rt bearing hence thy roses. 

 Glad summer, fare thee well ! 

 Thou 'rt singing thy last melodies 

 In every wood and dell. 



" But ere the golden sunset 

 Of thy latest lingering day. 

 Oh ! tell me, o'er this chequered earth. 

 How hast thou passed away ? 



** Brightly, sweet summer, brightly 

 Thine hours have floated by, 

 To the joyous birds of the woodland boughs 

 The rangers of the sky. 



♦* And brightly in the forests 



To the wild deer wandering free j 

 And brightly 'mid the garden flowers 

 To the hajjpy murmuring bee. 



" But how to human bosoms. 



With all their hopes and fears, 

 And thoughts that make their eagle-wings 

 To pierce the unborn years ? 



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