PAST AND PRESENT 229 



Sweet bud of the wilderness ! emblem of all 



That survives in this desolate heart ; 

 The fabric of bliss to its centre may fall, 



But patience shall never depart ; 

 Though the wilds of enchantment, all vernal and 

 bright, 



In the days of delusion, by fancy combin'd 

 With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight, 

 Abandon my soul like a dream of the night, 



And leave but a desert behind. 



THOMAS CAMPBELL. 



PAST AND PRESENT 



I REMEMBER, I remember 

 The house where I was born, 

 The little window where the sun 

 Came peeping in at morn ; 

 He never came a wink too soon 

 Nor brought too long a day ; 

 But noAv, I often wish the night 

 Had borne my breath away. 



I remember, I remember 

 The roses, red and white, 

 The violets, and the lily-cups 

 Those flowers made of light ! 

 The lilacs where the robin built, 

 And where my brother set y/ 

 The laburnum on his birthday, 

 The tree is living yet ! 



