The Poetry Corner

Bright Scenes Must All Depart.

By Lennox Amott

Bright scenes must all depart as they've departed, Unshadowed years will fly as they have flown, And fairer visions leave us silent-hearted, Keen, lashing blasts must blow as they have blown. Old mem'ries must grow dim and fade away, Across the world's wide wastes the sun shall set, Thou shalt press forward on thy toil-trod way, Nor leave me one, just one, one sad regret. Ah, where shall I be then?--forgot--estranged, When years have rolled their glory at thy feet, When friends and kindred all, yea, all have changed And others come their chosen one to greet. And yet what prayer from me could now implore, Could crave for all it would, for words have fled? May Heaven preserve thee as thou wast before, And multiply all blessings on thy head. Formed to be great, ennobled in thy pride, Move on to Honour's portal and, below, All human reverence shall not be denied, And Earth shall give thee all it can bestow. Then Glory's chaplet shall adorn thy brow, Thy sun shall rise, before it Night shall flee, And Heaven with all prosperity endow, And lift a smiling countenance on thee.