Josias Homely

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Fleeting sun-beam, wandering here.
Only to prove that heaven is near.
Take away from me those eyes of light,
So blue, so beautiful, so bright;
...

Thou careless dweller in a world of care—
Young liclpless wanderer in a clime of- storms,
Playful inheritor of grief!— a year
O'er thy unconscious head, with silent flight,
...

A candidate came to the west country.
That land of the bold independent and free,
And he stop'd at a borough town.
He'd a twist in his nose, and a squint in each eye,
...

Stranger, thou goest—fare- thee well ;
The morn's grey light is on the plain.
The dew-drop gems the heather-bell,
No longer here must thou remain.
...

Yes, I could look upon thee.
With heart too full of love :
Yet O, my eye must shun thee,
My fancy from thee rove.
...

Our Cedar bark's white woven wing
We spread—adieu Bermudas' daughters f
On the white foam she's hovering,
Like sea-bird on the restless waters.
...

—There is a nameless dread, or rather doubt,
Perhaps a mingling of them both, which falls
Like passing cloud upon the lonely heart,
Which hails the stranger—wheresoe'er he dwells.
...

When the lark is at rest, in her grass-woven nest,
And the lapwing at even is seeking her home ;
When the last light of day is just dying away,
And the ring-plover's sleeping among the green broom,
...

Go, get thee gone ! tis not the summei' coming,
But my first fire, the winter's harbinger,
Which from thy crevice warm has sent thee roaming
On the chill air thy little wing to stir.
...

10.

To fill with joy the present day.
Is wisdom's surest task below.
What is become of yesterday ?
What of to-morrow, dost thou know ?
...

Though the broad ocean billow is flowing,
Between the green turfs which we tread ;
Though above me the summer is glowing.
While around you the winter is spread.
...

They knew not she was dying.
For yet she seem'd to smile.
While the flatterer was trying
Her sadness to beguile,
...

I prized the virgin smile.
Her dimpled cheek adorning,
My heart it charm'd awhile,
'Twas like the smile of morning.
...

I, like the little mounting lark
Would sing from dawning day to dark ;
When first Aurora faintly gleams,
And flings around her rosy beams,
...

I am dying—I am dying—
With youth's bloom upon my cheek.
And my spirit is departing.
Its unknown home to seek.
...

When in reply thy own harp speaks,
To the soft touch thy fingers give.
The thrilling note that touch awakes,
Will ever in my memory live—
...

Thou fairest of earth's daughters,
Born in the twilight glade,
Where the gently murmuring waters
Make music through the shade ;
...

While through these trackless wastes I'm strayhig
Lost in a train of bitter thought—
Scenes of my lost days round me playing,
To my lorn mind are freshly brought
...

Peace to our native British isle !
The arts of peace though we pursue
Our father's conquered at the Nile,
Our brethren bled at Waterloo.
...

Maid of Cambria do not blame
I'he look of love thou see'st in me ;
Nor turn away thine eyes of flame,
As if I err'd to look on thee.
...

The Best Poem Of Josias Homely

To A Beautiful Child

(supposed to be dying.)


Fleeting sun-beam, wandering here.
Only to prove that heaven is near.
Take away from me those eyes of light,
So blue, so beautiful, so bright;
Sorrow to thee is yet unknown,
Err'd hast thou never, lovely one,.
And thou art dying—thou wilt fly
Thus all unsullied to the sky—

Look not fondly thus on me,
Thing of unblemished purity;
For I have erred—and sorrowed too,
O do not love one frail like me,
Pass to thy rest—hy earth untouch'd,
Its love, its hate, unknown to thee—
Sun-beam thou art wandering here,
Only to show that heaven is near.

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