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112 UNITED STATES CATHOLIC MISCELLANY. VOL. IX.
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‘ Ocean !"L love to gazo on theo, for thou, . or twelve
_ From earliest time the same, art evernew ;
Such as Croation saw, we seo thee now,
“ ¥et daily change thine aspect and thy hae i 3
‘When storms, of Winter bid thy waters ro
Aa moving mountains fraught with Fate they soem;
sh
ies TO A YOUNG LADY ‘oN
BY EDWARD FITZGERALD,
le lad h: fc brid
That the wreath is woven for or hair the
ntly lave tho shore,
id Heaven shines brightly j in thy limpid seahtaeaa
As they
. own.
ug:
Like ‘the great God who framed thee out ‘of nought !
And other cares will claim thy thoughts, and: other
‘ thy love, — ay cat
thee may’st wear
+4 brow - .
Perchance a mother’s look of care, for that
+ itnow.” ee eh
- my brain - . . . .
When I think ‘tou ne’er may’st be that free and
: thing agai
; T would that as my heart dictates, _just ‘such, a night
ay &e. will
. And my voice should bo a voice of mitth, a Catho-
, ays
But it may not be !—within my breast all frozen
springs, : . ot
eal 1. on
that
gue!
' That thy we shall'be a’ éummers day, whose evening a
go down,
‘Like the evening in the eastern lime that 1
frown.
When i foot is at the altar, when the ving
When tes thou ovat and those that love thee,
and th
Oh! may. th ae “in t friendship weaves,
the
Be‘ ver thee ot that moment!—for a Blessing a and a = pre
From the Boston Bulietin.
» What is life? a bubble vain !
. An interval of toil and pain,
Lazeir.
contain—
Betwixt the cradle and the tomb—
Whole years of woo and with hours of joy,
That on! ly lighten to to decoy .
* The spirit into keqner grief,
us when we seek relief,
Ascason spent in anxious strife
ve : . With all the world—and thied ‘is life !- .
. But what is lifo? iti is to seo”
On friends that press around; whilo flows
) Phe bitter tear for Consort lost.
” When Death affections path hath cross’d—
S Itis tosee each promise rife
, ‘With all the world and this is life.
Then what is life, that we should cling
With so much fondnoss to a thing
‘Phat yields not happiness—we know
Fall woll,and eadly, that the glow PUBLISHED,
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We linger here, then yield our breath ;,
» And is still—and this is death,
» The whole revised from the U. S. C. Miscellany. A
JEREMIAH DENNEHY, AT THE TRINTINGHOFSECE oF THE
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