To check the sigh of pain,
At thought of leaving his dear home
He ne'er might see again.
'Twas o-ho-ho and ah-ha-ha,
He laughed and sang alway;
When comrades' eyes were filled with tears,
Or sad heads turned away.

A cheery song, a merry song,
As o'er Life's sea we sail,
Will send a thrill of courage new
To hearts about to fail.
So sound a note, oh singer brave,
Whate'er your own soul's pain;
When time repeats its echo sweet,
'Twill bless your life again.



IN DEEP WOODS

A solitary soul, I walk at eve
Without the village walls, and in the deep
And sacred hush of woods, where fairies sleep,
Calm Nature soothes my senses, and I live
In realms that only creatures can conceive,
Who with their holy guardian spirits keep
Firm faith, and into loving arms I creep,
And mundane cares no more my spirit grieve.