poems.
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Wilt thou not think of me in those sweet hours
Which in past days we each of us lov'd well.
In days of gladness, and in sorrow's showers,
I will remember thee: farewell, farewell!
Which in past days we each of us lov'd well.
In days of gladness, and in sorrow's showers,
I will remember thee: farewell, farewell!
1843.
THE MIMOSA TREE.
TO MY COUSIN HARRIET.
"It droops its branches whenever any one approaches it teeming as if it saluted those who retire under its shade."
Scott's Poems.
There is a tree whose murm'ring leaves
Cease their bright gleaming in the air,
While, softly bending, it receives
The pilgrim as he wanders there.
Dear friend, to thee I thus repair;
Oh, shield me kindly with thy love;
Near thee, bereft of grief and care,
I rest, while thou dost smile above.
Cease their bright gleaming in the air,
While, softly bending, it receives
The pilgrim as he wanders there.
Dear friend, to thee I thus repair;
Oh, shield me kindly with thy love;
Near thee, bereft of grief and care,
I rest, while thou dost smile above.
1856.
