by sunile was fair, d eye so bright, cradle care cafond delight, with weak embrace TO A CHILD. HENRY WHITWORTH. tie rover, didst thou chase cies of that western sky, rom thine home, the storm so nigh, the night that falls apace? 0 (for that sweet cherub face hast thou watched with sparkling waves dance trippingly in endless race. - lovely boy, lden dreams will stay, pe, that flatterer coy? int to thee each day d sinless joy, ere reft, how soon, away! then my mind dwelt on the words ith long and earnest gaze; eath swept o'er its broken chords f harmony and praise. ead of long-enduring love, the quiet of the world above, A change came o'er my spirit then, I loved a happy sound-my boy, But when I saw young children so I thought what mother's eyes wou I welcomed the returning sun So heavy with accumulated tears, And cross with such amount of weary years, Thy day-sum of delight? E'en if the verse were said, Thou, who wouldst clap thy tiny hands to hear Therefore no song of mine! But prayer in place of singing! prayer that would Whose gift is childhood's heart, without its stain So wilt thou aye be young, In lovelier childhood than thy shining brow And so as years shall chase Each other's shadows, thou wilt less resemble Thy fellows of the earth who toil and tremble, Than him thou seest not, thine angel bold, DEATH OF AN INFANT. MRS. SIGOURNEY. DEATH found strange beauty on that cherub brow, For ever.-There had been a murmuring sound, N THE LITTLE FRIEND. WRITTEN IN THE BOOK WHICH SHE MADE AND SENT TO ME. MISS BARRETT. -το δ' ηδη εξ οφθαλμων απεληλυθεν. MARCUS ANTONINUS. THE book thou givest, dear as such, And many a word the leaves shall touch And on them many a thought shall grow Of thee, glad child, who dost not know Yes! thoughts of thee, who satest oft, So very hard to chide : The childish vision at thine heart, The lesson on the knee; The wandering looks which would depart Like gulls, across the sea! |