Time goes on and the happy years are dead,
And one by one the merry hearts are fled;

Silent now is the wild and lonely glen,

Where the bright glad laugh will echo ne'er again, Only dreaming of days gone by, fills my heart with

tears!

O the days, etc.

Loving voices of old companions, stealing out of the past once more,

And the sound of the dear old music, soft and sweet as in days of yore,

When the boys began to gather in the glen of a summer night,

And the Kerry piper's tuning made us long with wild delight,

O to think of it, O to dream of it, fills my heart with tears!

O the days, etc.

THE REV. JAMES SAMUEL BEWLEY

S

MONSELL

(1811-1875)

SOON AND FOREVER

OON and forever!

Such promise our trust
Though ashes to ashes
And dust unto dust;
Soon, and forever

Our union shall be

Made perfect, our glorious
Redeemer, in thee:
When the sins and the sorrows

Of time shall be o'er;
Its pangs and its partings
Remembered no more ;

Where life cannot fail, and where
Death cannot sever,
Christians with Christ shall be

Soon and forever.

Soon and forever

The breaking of day

Shall drive all the night-clouds

Of sorrow away.

Soon and forever

We'll see as we're seen,

And learn the deep meaning

Of things that have been:

When fightings without us,

And fears from within,

Shall weary no more

In the warfare of sin;

Where fears, and where tears, and where

Death shall be never,

Christians with Christ shall be

Soon and forever.

Soon and forever

The work shall be done,

The warfare accomplished,

The victory won; Soon and forever

The soldier lay down

His sword for a harp,

And his cross for a crown.

Then droop not in sorrow,
Despond not in fear,
A glorious to-morrow

Is brightening and near;
When, blessed reward

Of each faithful endeavor, Christians with Christ shall be Soon and forever.

F

THOMAS MOORE

(1780-1852)

A CANADIAN BOAT-SONG

Written on the River St. Lawrence

AINTLY as tolls the evening chime

Our voices keep tune and our oars keep
time.

Soon as the woods on the shore look dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.

Why should we yet our sail unfurl?

There is not a breath the blue wave to curl.
But, when the wind blows off the shore,
O sweetly we'll rest our weary oar.
Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.

Utawa's tide! this trembling moon
Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Saint of this green isle! hear our prayers,
O grant us cool heavens and favoring airs.
Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.

ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE

A

LL that's bright must fade,—

The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made,

But to be lost when sweetest.
Stars that shine and fall:-

The flower that drops in springing ;-
These, alas! are types of all

To which our hearts are clinging.

All that's bright must fade, etc.

Who would seek or prize

Delights that end in aching?

Who would trust to ties

That every hour are breaking?
Better far to be

In utter darkness lying,

Than to be blessed with light and see
That light forever flying.

All that's bright must fade, etc.

AND DOTH NOT A MEETING LIKE THIS

ND doth not a meeting like this make amends

A For all the long years I've been wand'ring

away

To see thus around me my youth's early friends,
As smiling and kind as in that happy day?
Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine,
The snowfall of Time may be stealing—what then?
Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine,
We'll wear the gay tinge of youth's roses again.