|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Robert Gilfillan. (17981850)|
| 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 Exiles Song.|
|George Macbeth Moir. (17981851)|
| 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:
Whereer I am, by shore, at sea,
I think of thee.
| When Thou at Eve.|
|George Linley. (17981865)|
| Ever of thee Im fondly dreaming,|
Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer.
| Ever of Thee.|
| Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,|
And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
| Thou art gone.|
| 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.