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The Yule Log.
I see soft faces g lad and fair , I read old stories of the past , I Avatch gay castles in the air , — Alas ! all fading fast . In joyous mood I seem to stand ,
Mid gatherings and fanes of yore : I build mud-castles on the sand , On youth's far-distant sun-burnt shore . In quaint revieAv they pass me by , A long procession Iov'd ancl dear : The bounding step , the laughing eye , The noble presence calm and clear .
How fancy carries me aAvay , Amid life ' s onward ceaseless flow , To pleasant scenes , in glad array , Amid the hours of " long ago ! " Before me seem to gather clearly The golden dreams of buoyant youth , I hear some tones I once loved dearly , Voices of tenderness ancl of truth .
Ah , hoAV fantastic are the changes Whiqh seem to pass in vivid light , As memory o ' er the long past ranges , And summons up each old delight ! Mountains and hills ancl seas are welling , Li molten fire , before me plain , And palaces , a homely dwelling , Are fighting up that glad champaign .
Oh , pleasant A'isions ! Fancy ' s hour , Usurps o ' er me its blissful reign , Ancl in its tahsmanic pow ' r , Makes me once more a boy again . I feel as once I felt and trusted , I speak as once I spoke of old , Ere memory itself grew' rusted , And mated Avith a heart as cold .
Alas ! the Yule Log has expired , Its ashes only IIOAV remain , Just as when youth , AA'ith glad hopes fired , Has had to give them up again . I turn aAvay , the room is dimming , All is so cold , serene , and still ;
My Yule Log's gone , no longer sparkling With dreams and forms at Fancy ' s will . W .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Yule Log.
I see soft faces g lad and fair , I read old stories of the past , I Avatch gay castles in the air , — Alas ! all fading fast . In joyous mood I seem to stand ,
Mid gatherings and fanes of yore : I build mud-castles on the sand , On youth's far-distant sun-burnt shore . In quaint revieAv they pass me by , A long procession Iov'd ancl dear : The bounding step , the laughing eye , The noble presence calm and clear .
How fancy carries me aAvay , Amid life ' s onward ceaseless flow , To pleasant scenes , in glad array , Amid the hours of " long ago ! " Before me seem to gather clearly The golden dreams of buoyant youth , I hear some tones I once loved dearly , Voices of tenderness ancl of truth .
Ah , hoAV fantastic are the changes Whiqh seem to pass in vivid light , As memory o ' er the long past ranges , And summons up each old delight ! Mountains and hills ancl seas are welling , Li molten fire , before me plain , And palaces , a homely dwelling , Are fighting up that glad champaign .
Oh , pleasant A'isions ! Fancy ' s hour , Usurps o ' er me its blissful reign , Ancl in its tahsmanic pow ' r , Makes me once more a boy again . I feel as once I felt and trusted , I speak as once I spoke of old , Ere memory itself grew' rusted , And mated Avith a heart as cold .
Alas ! the Yule Log has expired , Its ashes only IIOAV remain , Just as when youth , AA'ith glad hopes fired , Has had to give them up again . I turn aAvay , the room is dimming , All is so cold , serene , and still ;
My Yule Log's gone , no longer sparkling With dreams and forms at Fancy ' s will . W .