ADONIS AUTUMNALIS 
Sorrowful Remembrances. 
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They told me, in youth’s sunny prime, 
When first my bark “put out to sea,” 
When Hope outstripped the wings of Time, 
And gemmed the farthest wave for me, 
Ere I could furl my flowing sail, 
In that far land of blessed peace, 
Beyond the waters and the gale 
Where Hope, in ripe content, shall cease— 
Storm after storm its strength would test, 
The angry waters round it dash; 
Above its pure and spotless breast, 
The thunder roll, the lightning flash. 
Yet still, with virtue for my guide, 
Unfaltering Faith to man the helm, 
Triumphant it would stem the tide, 
In safety reach the destined realm. 
Alas, I heeded not the tale— 
But merrily put out my oar. 
Ah, who had deemed the boat so frail! 
It tossed while yet in sight of shore. 
For Pleasure was the helmsman gay, 
And Vanity his worthless mate; 
Oh, false and feeble pilots they, 
To wrestle with the storms of Fate. 
And now cast wildly ’mid the strife, 
Thrown powerless from side to side, 
Each heaving wave with danger rife, 
And none to guard me, or to guide. 
Thou, who alone relief can give, 
Aid me to change my faithless crew; 
The weary feet of hope relieve,— 
My shattered bark with strength renew! 
E. D. Harrington. 
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