And juniper and thistle, sprinkled o'er, On the more distant scene,—how lovely 'tis Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain The beauty, still more beauteous! Nor, that time, When nature had subdued him to herself, Would he forget those beings, to whose minds, Warm from the labours of benevolence, The world, and human life, appeared a There was a youth whom I had loved so long, That when I loved him not I cannot say. 'Mid the green mountains many a thoughtless song [May. We two had sung, like gladsome birds in When we began to tire of childish play, We seemed still more and more to prize each other; [day; We talked of marriage and our marriage And I in truth did love him like a brother, For never could I hope to meet with such another! Two years were passed since to a distant town He had repaired to ply the artist's trade. What tears of bitter grief till then unknown! [layed! What tender vows our last sad kiss deTo him we turned :-we had no other aid. Like one revived upon his neck 1 wept, And her whom he had loved in joy, he said, He well could love in grief; his faith he kept, [slept. And in a quiet home once more my father We lived in peace and comfort, and were blest [plied. With daily bread, by constant toil supThree lovely infants lay upon my breast; And often viewing their sweet smiles, I sighed, [died And knew not why. My happy father When sad distress reduced the children's meal : [hide Thrice happy! that for him the grave did The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent [could not heal. And tears that flowed for ills which patience 'Twas a hard change, an evil time was come, We had no hope, and no relief could gain. But soon, with proud parade, the noisy [and pain. Beat round, to sweep the streets of want My husband's arms now only served to wheel,. drum main Peaceful as some immeasurable plain Ah! how unlike those late terrific sleeps, host T Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-¡ I heard my neighbours in their beds, comstroke To loathsome vaults, where heart-sick anguish tossed, [lost! Hope died, and fear itself in agony was Some mighty gulf of separation past, I seemed transported to another world: A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast curled The impatient mariner the sail unfurled, And whistling, called the wind that hardly [of home The silent sea. From the sweet thoughts And from all hope I was for ever hurled. For me-farthest from earthly port to roam Was best, could I but shun the spot where man might come. And oft I thought (my fancy was so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found; "Here will I dwell," said I, "my whole life long, Roaming the illimitable waters round: Here will I live, of every friend disowned, And end my days upon the ocean flood.'' To break my dream the vessel reached its [stood, And homeless near a thousand homes And near a thousand tables pined, and bound: wanted food. By grief enfeebled, was I turned adrift," So passed another day, and so the third: Near the sea-side Í reached a ruined fort; There pains, which nature could no more support, [fall, With blindness linked, did on my vitals And after many interruption: short Of hideous sense, I sank, nor step could crawl; [recall. Unsought for was the help that did my life Borne to an hospital, I lay with brain Drowsy and weak, and shattered memory; plain Of many things which never troubled me ; Of feet still bustling round with busy glee; Of looks where common kindness had no part : Of service done with careless cruelty, Fretting the fever round the languid heart And groans, which, as they said, might make a dead man start. Ill was I then for toil or service fit: Foregone the home delight of constant truth. With tears whose course no effort could And clear and open soul, so prized in confine, By the roadside forgetful would I sit Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit. I led a wandering life among the fields: But, what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth Is, that I have my inner self abused, fearless youth. Three years ti. us wandering, often have I viewed, In tears, the sun towards that country tend Have I.-She ceased, and weeping turned Poems Referring to the Period of Childhood. My heart leaps up when I behold Or let me die ! The child is father of the man; TO A BUTTERFLY. STAY near me-do not take thy flight! Float near me; do not yet depart ! Thou bring st, gay creature as thou art! Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, Upon the prey-with leaps and springs FORESIGHT, THAT is work of waste and ruin- I am older, Anne, than you. Pull the primrose, sister Anne! -Here are daisies, take your fill ; Make your bed, and make your bower; Primroses, the spring may love them : Withered on the ground must lie; God has given a kindlier power Lurking berries, ripe and red, CHARACTERISTICS OF A CHILD LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild; Unthought of, unexpected, as the stir Or from before it chasing wantonly ADDRESS TO A CHILD DURING A BOISTEROUS WINTER EVENING. BY A FEMALE FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR. WHAT way does the wind come? What Here's a cozie warm house for Edward and me. THE MOTHER'S RETURN. BY THE SAME. A MONTH, Sweet little ones, is passed Oh, blessed tidings! thought of joy! |