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Rh There are some moments in our path of life, Like showers mid drought, or sunshine amid showers, Awakening every feeling of delight With which the soul can thrill in rapturous joy. Such is the warrior's happiness, when, come From the dark fields of death, he sees once more The treasures lost so long, now found again; Sees gladness in each face, and hears the words Of heart-breathed welcome, from each lip he loves; When the dim eye of age again grows bright To look upon him; and within his arms Reclines the cherish'd one, whose tender smile, And soft eyes melting with delicious tears, Eagerly dwell on the dear stranger's face.— Happiness, soon thy dwelling may be found! Fly from the heartless pleasures of the world, Those passing lights, that dazzle to deceive! Seek that bright spot of blessedness, thy home—