154 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



Ah ! the heart sickness that must sometimes 

 come : 



I have had playmates, I have had compan 

 ions 



lu my days of childhood, iii my joyful school 

 days; 



All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 



Some they have died, and some they have 

 left me, 



And some are taken from me; all are de 

 parted; 



All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 



Bon voyage, Fhillis and Hiollis, one 

 going to meet the rising, one following the 

 setting sun. May the wild Atlantic quiet 

 her grim waves and bear the pilgrim safely 

 to the farther shore ! It is not for all of us 

 to tread historic paths ; to stand where the 

 brave deeds have been done which history 

 records, whatever brave deeds we may be 

 called upon to perform in the privacy of 

 our own lives ; not for us all to look upon 

 the monuments which attest past glory, to 

 see the noble remnants of olden art, the 

 quaint peculiarities of varying civilizations, 

 the finished culture of a riper world. May 

 the old world kindly receive the child of the 

 new, and may all the winds blow fair, 

 and safely guide the wanderer home again ! 



