His mother’s soft eye, and his sire’s furrowed brow;
His Mary’s light form, as when last on the shore
He bade her remember her vow;
His sister’s long hair, with its sunshiny gleam,
Like a banner of gold to the summer wind cast—
But one touch of the present dissolves the light dream,
And he sighs for the joys of the past.
Though surrounded with blessings, and favored with all
That God in his bounty bestows,
We revert to the pleasures we ne’er can recall,