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DEPARTED JOYS. 



When the gay sunny dreams of our youth are departed. 

 And the blossoms and spring of existence are flown. 



When withered by sorrow, and half broken-hearted. 

 We mourn in our " solitude," darkly and lone. 



In that night of the soul, when no hope-star is gleamin'^, 

 No moonlight of love " smiles" the spirit to rest ; 



Oh ! then, like the glory of northern lights streaming. 

 The joys of remembrance illumine the breast. 



Though mildew our heart's dearest hope may have blighted, 

 And the friends of our youth may be scattered and gone. 



Some bright rays of bliss must our pathway have lighted. 

 And sunbeams of gladness must sometimes have shone. 



And these the intense gloom of sorrow will brighten ; 



These visions of joy, in the memory enshrined. 

 With faint corruscations of bliss will enlighten 



The darkness and clouds that envelope the mind. 



Like the evening, in calm, melting loveliness veiling 



Some landscape of Italy's azure-sky'd clime, 

 Wlien the fervour and glare of the sunlight is fuilin". 



On towers grey with lichen, the hoar-frost of time ; 



So holy and sweet is the soft shade of sadness, 

 Wiiich memory throws o'er the joys of the past : 



Tiiough they have not the sunshine that crowns prese.it gladness. 

 We love to contemplate them e'en to the last. JE. 



