Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Upon thy bonny banks, sweet stream, My home succeeds the Indian brave's; My infant eye first caught its beam, Reflected from thy clouded waves. And oft I tread the grassy slope, Which leads me to thy rose-bound shore, With ardent and increasing hope To catch some fragment of thy lore. When comes the holy hour to die, How sweet to rest beside thy wave How sweet beneath thy banks to lie, With violets waving o'er my grave And yet I would not cast a shade Upon a spot so bright and glad; A tomb would mar so fair a glade, And friends would find thy borders sad. Glide on, forever, warbling brook Earth has no voice more dear than thine ? And often, in some flowery nook, I '11 swell the lay with tones of mine. Beneath the arch of some green bough, Where mellow sunbeams softly glance, I '11 cast the shadows from my brow, And read to thee some gay romance. A few short years, or days may be, And thou wilt miss me from thy shyre; Yet earth will still be fair to thee, As e'er it was in days of yore. And I shall sit upon the bank Of that pure river of my God, Where sin, nor grief has ever drank, And no polluting foot hath trod 1838. TYPES OF HEAVEN. Why love I the lily-bell, Swinging in the scented dell Why love I the wood-notes wild, Where the sun hath faintly smiled ? Daisies, in their beds secure, Gazing out so meek and pure ? Why love I the evening dew In the violet's bell of blue ? Why love I the vesper star, Trembling in its shrine afar ? Why love I the summer night, Softly weeping drops of light? Why to me do woodland springs Whisper sweet and holy things Why does every bed of moss Tell me of my Saviour's cross ? Why in every dimpled wave Smiles the light from o'er the grave ? Why do rainbows se...