John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Gilfillan. (1798–1850) |
| 6107 |
| There ’s a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys of our heart Come never back again! |
| The Exile’s Song. |
| George Macbeth Moir. (1798–1851) |
| 6108 |
| To me, through every season dearest; In every scene, by day, by night, Thou, present to my mind appearest A quenchless star, forever bright; My solitary sole delight: Where’er I am, by shore, at sea, I think of thee. |
| When Thou at Eve. |
| George Linley. (1798–1865) |
| 6109 |
| Ever of thee I’m fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer. |
| Ever of Thee. |
| 6110 |
| Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream. |
| Thou art gone. |
| 6111 |
| Tho’ lost to sight, to memory dear Thou ever wilt remain; One only hope my heart can cheer,— The hope to meet again. Oh, fondly on the past I dwell, And oft recall those hours When, wandering down the shady dell, We gathered the wild-flowers. |