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Article THE MONK OF LA TRAPPE TO HIS FRIEND. Page 1 of 1
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The Monk Of La Trappe To His Friend.
THE MONK OF LA TRAPPE TO HIS FRIEND .
THOUGH years have roll'd since first we met , And many a golden sun hath set Beneath the dark blue wave ; And many a gay and guileless heart , Vanquish d by time ' s unerring dart , Hath sought the peaceful grave . Yet still 'mid all the storms of life
, 'Mid fortune ' s smiles , ' mid care and strife , Thy image hath been near ; For years thy friendship was my theme , My thought by day—by night my dream-Its loss my only fear .
When others cast a scornful eye , With calm contempt I met their view ; Nor shed one tear , nor heard one sigh , A tribute only paid to you . But when I met thy alter'd look , All else seem'd liht compared to this
g ; His scorn I loved—I could not brook , So drain'd earth ' s wildest cup of bliss . Yet ' mid the flattering cringing herd That cast their helhsh lures around , The voice of conscience still was heard , One spark of feeling still was found .
Oft have I bow'd my head in shame , When thinking on life ' s alter'd scene ; Flashes of purity , that came To tell me what I might have been .
The dream of guilt hath pass'd away , I blush to own my errors past ; Let thy resentment then yield way , And speak the long-sought word at last . That word is Friend , pronounce the name , Then shall the care of guilt and shame No more with me be found .
Though seas divide us , oceans roll , 'Sunder'd as far as pole from pole , My ear would catch the sound . Hold!—speak it not—' tis just we part , Thy breast is pure , thy guileless heart Unmoved by passion ' s swell . Cursed from the moment of my birth , Thou only being of this earth I ever loved—farewell !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Monk Of La Trappe To His Friend.
THE MONK OF LA TRAPPE TO HIS FRIEND .
THOUGH years have roll'd since first we met , And many a golden sun hath set Beneath the dark blue wave ; And many a gay and guileless heart , Vanquish d by time ' s unerring dart , Hath sought the peaceful grave . Yet still 'mid all the storms of life
, 'Mid fortune ' s smiles , ' mid care and strife , Thy image hath been near ; For years thy friendship was my theme , My thought by day—by night my dream-Its loss my only fear .
When others cast a scornful eye , With calm contempt I met their view ; Nor shed one tear , nor heard one sigh , A tribute only paid to you . But when I met thy alter'd look , All else seem'd liht compared to this
g ; His scorn I loved—I could not brook , So drain'd earth ' s wildest cup of bliss . Yet ' mid the flattering cringing herd That cast their helhsh lures around , The voice of conscience still was heard , One spark of feeling still was found .
Oft have I bow'd my head in shame , When thinking on life ' s alter'd scene ; Flashes of purity , that came To tell me what I might have been .
The dream of guilt hath pass'd away , I blush to own my errors past ; Let thy resentment then yield way , And speak the long-sought word at last . That word is Friend , pronounce the name , Then shall the care of guilt and shame No more with me be found .
Though seas divide us , oceans roll , 'Sunder'd as far as pole from pole , My ear would catch the sound . Hold!—speak it not—' tis just we part , Thy breast is pure , thy guileless heart Unmoved by passion ' s swell . Cursed from the moment of my birth , Thou only being of this earth I ever loved—farewell !