THANKSGIVING. 



RONDEAU. 



\ I 7ITHIN our hearts what happy mern ries well 



To-day, and a new thankfulness compel ! 

 The bygone years return with only their 

 Remembered tenderness, and, unaware 

 Of age: and change, the old-time love retell. 



But while we feast, we cannot quite dispel 

 Regret for lost ones whom we love so well. 

 Yet why thus grieve? There is no vacant chair 

 Within our hearts. 



Ah ! friends, does not this constant love foretell 

 Of future greeting for each last farewell ? 

 Even to-day we tread the Heavenly stair, 

 And now their Immortality we share, 

 If our beloved ones thus ever dwell 

 Within our hearts. 



