My Old Letters (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from My Old Letters Not written down in haste, but in the quiet Of thoughtful seasons, still to memory dear, When the whole soul was calm, and the world's riot, Even in its echo, came not to my ear; What I have thought, and felt, and seen, and heard is here. Sometimes the cloud, but oft the happier noonlight Floated above me, as I mused and sung: At times the stars, at times the mellow moonlight Gave ripeness to the fruit of pen and tongue, While o'er my ravelled dreams the years and ages hung. In days of public strife, when, sharp and stinging, The angry words went daily to and fro, Friend against friend the polished missiles flinging, Each seeking who could launch the keenest blow, I went to thee, my harp, and bade thy numbers flow. In hours of heaviness thy solace seeking, I took thee up and woke the trembling tone Of the deep melody within thee, speaking Like the heart-broken thrush, that sits alone, Mourning its spoiled nest and all its nestlings gone. Into these pages peace-thoughts weave their brightness; The peace that has been, is, and is to be, Is here; peace-blossoms in their tranquil whiteness I've shaken, as I passed from tree to tree, Relics of many a strange and broken history. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.