And then to lie and weep, And think the livelong night Of all his winning ways, Oh! these are recollections Round mothers' hearts that cling, That mingle with the tears And smiles of after years, But wilt thou then, fond mother! In after years, look back, (Time brings such wondrous easing,) With sadnesss not unpleasing, E'en on this gloomy track ?— Thou 'lt say" My first-born blessing, It almost broke my heart When thou wert forced to go! And yet for thee, I know, "T was better to depart. "God took thee in his mercy, A lamb untasked, untried! He fought the field for thee, He won the victory, And thou art sanctified! "I look around and see The evil ways of men; And, oh! beloved child, 66 The little arms that clasped me, The innocent lips that pressed,Would they have been as pure Till now, as when of yore I lulled thee on my breast? "Now like a dewdrop shrined Within a crystal stone, Thou'rt safe in heaven, my dove! Safe with the Source of love, "And when the hour arrives From flesh that sets me free, Thy spirit may await The first at heaven's gate, To meet and welcome me." ROKEBY. SIR WALTER SCOTT. [EXTRACT.] THE tear down childhood's cheek that flows, When next the summer breeze comes by, By lawn, by grove, by brooklet's strand, THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. MRS. HEMANS. "OH! call my brother back to me, The summer comes with flower and bee,- "The butterfly is glancing bright I care not now to chase its flight—— "The flowers run wild-the flowers we sowed Around our garden-tree; Our vine is drooping with its load- "He would not hear my voice, fair child! The face that once like spring-time smiled, "A rose's brief, bright light of joy, Such unto him was given ;— "And has he left his birds and flowers? And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? "And by the brook, and in the glade, |