By Charles Sangster



     There are remembrances that sear the brain,
     There are sweet thoughts of other times, that wing
     Their dove-like passage o’er the mind, and bring
     Returning peace, and musings free from pain.
     I have distinct remembrances of thee,


     That fall upon me with a leaden weight,
     Revealing days of past anxiety;
     And then, again, calm visions, that recall
     Far holier joys than Fancy can create.
     Indeed, I deem these bright realities


     Ofttimes, for they seem breathing ecstacies
     Of present bliss passing before mine eyes.
     Painful and clam, Remembrance hoards them all,
Their various teachings I dare not despise. [Page 129]