The mother's cares, the baby's cries. When she beholds her infant smile, Who, though a Queen, has that in common And knows there is a God above And by one Jesus shall be saved. Oh! may that God prepare their hearts, Alike to fill their several parts. Dec., 1840. THE GUERNSEY LILY. AMARYLLIS SAMIENSIS. "This plant was brought from Japan, where it was found by Kaempfer and also by Thunberg, who visited that country in 1775. It was first cultivated in the garden of John Morin, at Paris, where it blowed for the first time on the 7th of October, 1634. It was then made known by Jacob Cornutus, under the name of Narcissus Japonicus flore rutilo.' After this it was again noticed by John Ray, in 1665, who called it the Guernsey Lily. A ship, returning from Japan, was wrecked on the coasts of Guernsey, and a number of the bulbs of this plant, which were on board, being cast on shore, took root in that sandy soil."-Beckman's Inventions, vol. iii. FAR in the East, and long to us unknown, A ship there was by stress of tempest blown, The queenly flower, foredoom'd to be our own. The Guernsey fisher, seeking what the sea Had stolen to aid his hungry poverty, Gleam'd in forlorn and mateless majesty. TO A YOUNG LADY FROM A FOREIGN CLIME. THOU Sweet exotic, lovely brown! No fair one could be sweeter,— Young as thou art, thou wilt not frown Upon an old man's metre. Rich is the sky where thou wert born, And though the flowers of Westmorland With burden of perfume so bland Yet are they sweet if they be sought Our little birds they are not deck'd With hues of molten gems; Their modest plumes do not reflect The rays of diadems. But yet they twitter sweetly, sweetly, Their little notes so clear, Methinks they could not sing more fitly To little maiden's ear. There is a blackness in thine hair— A deep black in thine eye— That do not speak of English air, But of a hotter sky. And there is something in the mouth, Not easy to be told, That marks thee of the passionate south, And not of northern mould. Then learn to love all simple things, That pretty are and cool. Look how the swallow dips its wings, And glides along the pool; |