THE SPIRIT OF THE GLEN. 249 



One moment ! 'Tis gone ! The feeling's past ! 

 How I clung to't while t'was fading fast. 



Methought I was young once more. 

 The flow'rs as fresh, and the heath bell sweet. 

 As when I press'd it with footfall fleet 



In the happy days of yore. 



False spirit away ! Thou canst not give 



The boon I pray'd : 'Tis the young that live 



For 'tis they alone can see 

 Hope in the breeze, and love in the flower, 

 And joy in the fav*rite maiden's bow*r 



There's mem'ry only for me. 



Til think on the joyous days gone by, 

 And while I think, I will check the sigh 



That is rising in my breast, 

 Not quite alone with one friend to cheer 

 My path, 'till I see the home is near. 



Which will give my spirit rest. 



