This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...Her nursing, or her sorrowing, to share. God spared that child: that tender plant to save, The parents tenderly and sadly gave All that they valued most, and in despair The father saw his home fade into air; And, all his fondest expectations gone, Had once again to learn to live alone. Down his lone garden his sad ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...Her nursing, or her sorrowing, to share. God spared that child: that tender plant to save, The parents tenderly and sadly gave All that they valued most, and in despair The father saw his home fade into air; And, all his fondest expectations gone, Had once again to learn to live alone. Down his lone garden his sad footsteps tread, Musing on friends now gone, and days now fled; While to the heavens turn his grateful eye For many a blessing, many a joy gone by; And when at eve his wandering gaze he throws On the far range of Himalayan snows, Watching the fleecy clouds, which gathering rest Upon the haughty snow-encircled crest, How oft did memory with unfettered wing Back to his mind his wife and babies bring! To the lone heart, o'ercharged with heavy woes, Nature sometimes mute sympathy bestows; A LIFE'S TRIAL. Brings, as the fresh winds through the pine-groves sweep, Thoughts of his loved one tossing on the deep. And as he gazed upon the beauteous scene Of hanging woods and cliffs embowered in green, The distant heights of Himalayan snows, Through which in sounding course the Satlaj flows, His liberated thoughts would oft repair To his lost home, and linger fondly there: In one lone grot, imbedded in the hill, By the tall pine, and near the sparkling rill, There for a while with sense entranced he stood, To drink the whisper of the murmuring wood; Perchance his eye on one sweet spot would rest, To him the fabled Island of the Blest, Where with his chosen life-companion yet He might dwell happy, and the world forget; For't is a lonesome, weary, task to roam Far from the sacred ties of friend and home. And let the rich deride, the proud decry, 'T is not for fortune, not for fame we sigh: Each in his inner soul, his inmost heart, Has secret hopes, from which h...
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