A THOUGHT OVER A CRADLE. I SADDEN when thou smilest to my smile, Child of my love! I tremble to believe That o'er the mirror of that eye of blue The shadow of my heart will always pass ;— A heart that, from its struggle with the world, Comes nightly to thy guarded cradle home, And, careless of the staining dust it brings, Asks for its idol! Strange, that flowers of earth Are visited by every air that stirs, And drink in sweetness only, while the child That shuts within its breast a bloom for heaven, May take a blemish from the breath of love, I have wept With gladness at the gift of this fair child! To bring it unpolluted unto thee, God! who gavest Into my guiding hand this wanderer, To lead her through a world whose darkling paths I tread with steps so faltering-leave not me To bring her to the gates of heaven, alone! A THOUGHT OVER A CRADLE. I SADDEN when thou smilest to my smile, Child of my love! I tremble to believe That o'er the mirror of that eye of blue The shadow of my heart will always pass ;A heart that, from its struggle with the world, Comes nightly to thy guarded cradle home, And, careless of the staining dust it brings, Asks for its idol! Strange, that flowers of earth Are visited by every air that stirs, And drink in sweetness only, while the child May take a blemish from the breath of love, I have wept With gladness at the gift of this fair child! Take thou its love, I pray thee! Give it lightThough, following the sun, it turn from me!But, by the chord thus wrung, and by the light Shining about her, draw me to my child! And link us close, oh God, when near to heaven! REVERIE AT GLENMARY. I HAVE enough, O God! My heart to-night And as I look out on the fragrant stars, Rich, though poor! My low-roof'd cottage is this hour a heaven. That sweet-voiced wife of mine, arrests the ear |