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334 My pathway to the measure of my view.

We all remember sorrow's first impress—

No matter whether we had cause to grieve,

Or whether sad in very willfulness—

The lesson is the same that we receive.

And afterwards, when the great shadow falls—

The tempest—when the lightning's flash reveals

The darkness brooding o'er us, and appals

Hope by the terror of the stroke it deals—

Then, how the shadow hugs us in its fold!

We see no light behind, and none to come;

But dumbly shiver in the gloom and cold,

Or with despair lie down, and wait our doom.

Sweet, press thy cheek upon my own again—

Even now my life's dark ghost is haunting nigh:

Sing me to sleep with some old favorite strain—

Some gentle poet's loving lullaby;

For I would dream, and in my dream forget

Our twofold life is full of shadows set.

SOUVENIR.

You ask me, "Do you think of me?" [sic]

Dear, thoughts of thee are like this river,

Which pours itself into the sea,

Yet empties its own channel never.

All other thoughts are like these sail

Drifting the river's surface over;

They veer about with every gale—

The river keeps its course forever.

So deep and still, so strong and true,

The current of my soul sets thee-ward,

Thy river I, my ocean you,

And all myself am running seaward.