Recreations for Solitary Hours
Langsyne Anticipated
Langsyne Anticipated.
Addressed To Mr. A. S.
Tune,—"Auld Langsyne."
May friendship ever be revered,
When hearts to each incline,
'Twill pleasure give to future days,
To think on langsyne.
This heart will beat to friendship's tune,
Though cease to beat should thine,
Remembrance still shall cheer my soul,
To think on langsyne.
When worn with toil, and bent with age,
We weary must recline,
May we with pleasure then review
The days of langsyne.
A hapless wretch he is indeed
Who friendless must repine,
And ne'er can cast a pleasing thought
On days of langsyne.
When seas, wide rolling, 'tween us roar—
Though fortune cease to shine,
I'll happy be to think of joys,
And friends of langsyne.
But should we ever meet again,
Then hand in hand we'll join,
And welcome to each throbbing breast,
The friend of langsyne.
A Song.
Ah Fate! ye'll ne'er disheart' me,
Though fortune should desert me,
My muse shall still alert be,
Till Heaven calls me home.
Though friends and all should scorn me,
Yet never I'll forlorn be;
My heart by Hope shall borne be,
Till better days shall come.
Oh hope! thou giv'st me pleasure—
Industry, thou'rt my treasure,
Contentment, thou'rt my measure,
__ Of happiness and love:
For though misfortunes fear me,
Those friends with joy to cheer me,
To comfort they'll draw near me,
Their faithfulness to prove.