A PETITION TO TIME. TOUCH us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Humble voyagers are we, Husband, wife, and children three (One is lost-an angel fled To the azure overhead!) Touch us gently, Time! We've not proud nor soaring wings: Our ambition, our content, Humble voyagers are we, Barry Cornwall. MAIDENHOOD. MAIDEN, with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies ; Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet; Gazing, with a timid glance, Deep and still, that gliding stream Then why pause with indecision, Seest thou shadows sailing by, Hear'st thou voices on the shore, O, thou child of many prayers, Life hath quicksands, - life hath snares! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Gather, then, each flower that grows Bear a lily in thy hand; Gates of brass cannot withstand Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, O, that dew, like balm, shall steal And that smile, like sunshine, dart For a smile of God thou art. Henry W. Longfellow. THE KISS. WHEN I asked her, " Wilt thou kiss me?" Nought she said, but hung her cheek so, As if she were thinking, thinking, Whether she might do 't or no. Then her fair, kind face upturning, She therein lost no composure, W. C. Roscoe. CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH. CRABBED Age and Youth Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, Age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and Age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young! Age, I do defy thee; O, sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long. Shakspeare. |