The Sunset Land

Oh! dimly tbrough the mista of yeara, That roll their dreftry wave between, The gorgeous sunael land appeart, Arrayed in huea of fadelea green. And from thot far off sunny clime, Oíd half-forgotten songa aria?, And stenling o'er the waves of Timo, The sweetly lingering music die. As some bright island of the sea, Forever blooming - ever fair; Though cold, daik billowj round it be, Eternal sunahine hovera thtre. Tima o'er the BÜent sea of year, Our eager, longing looks are east, Whererobed in fadeless green appears The sunlit-Eden of the past. There memory weavesher garlands green Beside the lone, hope-hauuted hore! And musing 'mid the Areadian seene Twines flowera that bloom for ua no more. Oh! hallowed lime! biest land of love! Sweet paradiae of earthly dreamal Slill through thy vale may faney rove, ritill baak beneath thy evening beama. And 'here they dweil- -thoseeherished onei, With snow white brows and wavinghair; I see them - I her theii' tones Of sweetness sigh along the air. Hark! how their silvery ïoiees ring In cadenee with the wind's low sigh: No sweetei than the wind-harp's string That wakea at eve it inelody. They cali to us; they wave their hands - As ty the mirage liited high. That clime in all ïta beauty tanda Against the forohead of the sky. With wreothed brows- with laugh nnd song, With tend r looks - hand olasped in hand, They move along, that love linked throng - Within the haunted sunaet land.