Bring, too, a clump of fragrant peat, A fagot too, perhap, Whose bright flame, dancing, winking, Shall make sweet music to our thinking. Old books to read! Ay, bring those nodes of wit, The same my sire scanned before, Of Oxford's domes ; Old Homer blind, Old Horace, rake Anacreon, by Nor leave behind The Holye Book by which we live and die. Old friends to talk! Ay, bring those chosen few, The wise, the courtly, and the true, Him for my wine, him for my stud, Bring Walter good, With soulful Fred, and learned Will, Robert Hinckley Messinger. THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women; I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man; Ghost-like, I paced round the haunts of my childhood; Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces — How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces ! Charles Lamb. FACES IN THE FIRE. I WATCH the drowsy night expire, An island farm 'mid seas of corn, The picture fadeth in its place; "Tis now a little childish form, 'Tis now a grave and gentle maid, At her own beauty half afraid, Shrinking, yet willing to be stayed. "Tis now a matron with her boys, O, time was young, and life was warm, Her dark hair tossing in the storm. And fast and free these pulses played Those locks of jet are turned to gray, That might have been mine own, my dear, Through many and many a happy year, That might have sat beside me here. Ay, changeless through the changing scene, The race is o'er I might have run, Sunk is the last faint flickering blaze; Is vanished even as I gaze. The pictures with their ruddy light |