Poems by George Pope Morris Part 29

From the land of groves that bore us He's a traitor who would swerve!

By the flag now waving o'er us We the compact will preserve!

Those who gained it and sustained it, Were unto each other true, And the fable well is able To instruct us what to do!

Take your harps from silent willows, Shout the chorus of the free; "States are all distinct as billows, Union one--as is the sea!"

We Part For Ever

Fare thee well--we part for ever!

All regrets are now in vain!

Fate decrees that we must sever, Ne'er to meet on earth again.

Other skies may bend above thee, Other hearts may seek thy shrine, But no other e'er will love thee With the constancy of mine.

Yet farewell--we part for ever!

All regrets are now in vain!

Fate decrees that we must sever, Ne'er to meet on earth again.

Fare thee well!

Like the shadow on the dial Lingers still our parting kiss!

Life has no severer trial, Death no pang to equal this.

All the world is now before thee, Every clime to roam at will, But within the land that bore thee, One fond heart will love thee still.

Yet farewell--we part for ever!

All regrets are now in vain!

Fate decrees that we must sever, Ne'er to meet on earth again.

Fare thee well!

Come to Me in Cherry-time.

Come to me in cherry-time, And, as twilight closes, We will have a merry time, Here among the roses!

When the breezes crisp the tide, And the lindens quiver, In our bark we'll safely glide Down the rocky river!

When the stars, with quiet ray, All the hill-tops brighten, Cherry-ripe we'll sing and play Where the cherries ripen!

Then come to me in cherry-time, And, as twilight closes, We will have a merry time Here among the roses.

On the Death of Mrs. Jessie Willis.

After life's eventful mission, In her truthfulness and worth, Like a calm and gentle vision She has pa.s.sed away from earth.

Lovely she in frame and feature!

Blended purity and grace!-- The Creator in the creature Glowed in her expressive face!

Angel of a nature human!

Essence of a celestial love!

Heart and soul of trusting woman, Gone to her reward above!

Mourners, dry your tears of sorrow-- Read the golden promise o'er; There will dawn a cheerful morrow When we meet to part no more.

Thank G.o.d for Pleasant Weather.

Thank G.o.d for pleasant weather!

Chant it, merry rills!

And clap your hands together, Ye exulting hills!

Thank Him, teeming valley!

Thank Him, fruitful plain!

For the golden suns.h.i.+ne, And the silver rain.

Thank G.o.d, of good the giver!

Shout it, sportive breeze!

Respond, oh, tuneful river!

To the nodding tees.

Thank Him, bud and birdling!

As ye grow and sing!

Mingle in thanksgiving Every living thing!

Thank G.o.d, with cheerful spirit, In a glow of love, For what we here inherit, And our hopes above!-- Universal Nature Revels in her birth, When G.o.d, in pleasant weather, Smiles upon the earth!

The Master's Song.