Poetry
... lbrtr)). SONG. llri~ol. I AIl NOT WH-AT I WAS. mIilstt have ve fysown, my spirit's early dreams That robed ife's distant osettes sit colour'd light ? llounitd mse io more sour ratlairo gladness gleams Back on your pinions bright, Thou dream of deathleis Lore' the deep-the true, Alt, thou dost show a prosipect -seiling fair, Yet t'tlse as tite msirage' oel nearer rae ihe colours melt its air. ...