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Show I FAIN WOULD GO. (By Franeis Nugent.) From this cold world, its glare and noise; Its coarse delights and tainted joys; From its vain pomp and tins&l shnw, False smiles of mirth. faJse tears of woe; Away from all its haunting care. Its grief, its passion and ds'i.rair. From all thaJt lends the feot astray. And turns them from the narrow way, I fain would go! From friendship false like slender vine That doth the nurturing oak entwine; From error dark a blinded mole That far from light doth cleave and dole; From earthly joys that pass away, And wealth that smiiles but to betray, From death that grimly mweks us so AATth glad life's early overthrown, I fain would go! From life in this drear vale of tears, A web of mingled hopes and fears, Unto that biltfhl cetetial shore AVhere sin and suffering all are o'er, To join the w hite-robed angel choir. And tune the gold-strin;ged silver Ivre To Him w ho reigns t'he Lord of Ali In Heaven's e'er resplendent hall, 1 fain would go! AVeekly Bouquet. |
