And dreary seem the hours, and lone,
That drag themselves along,
Now from our board her smile is gone,
And from our hearth her song.
We miss that farewell laugh of hers,
With its light joyous sound,
And the kiss between the balusters,
When good-night time comes round.
And empty is her little bed,
And on her pillow there
Must never rest that cherub head,
With its soft silken hair.
But often as we wake and weep,
Our midnight thoughts will roam,
To visit her cold dreamless sleep,
In her last narrow home.
Then, then it is Faith's tear-dimm'd eyes
See through ethereal space,
Amidst the angel-crowded skies,
That dear, that well-known face.
With beckoning hand she seems to say,
66 Though all her sufferings o'er,
Your little one is borne away,
To this celestial shore.
"Doubt not she longs to welcome you
To her glad, bright abode,
There happy endless ages through,
To live with her and God."
THE DEWDROP AND THE STREAM.
THE brakes with golden flowers were crown'd,
And melody was heard around
When, near the scene, a dewdrop shed
Its lustre on a violet's head,
And trembling to the breeze it hung!
The streamlet as it rolled along,
The beauty of the morn confess'd,
And thus the sparkling pearl address'd:
"Sure, little drop, rejoice we may,
For all is beautiful and gay;
Creation wears her emerald dress,
And smiles in all her loveliness.
And with delight and pride I see
That little flower bedewed by thee-
Thy lustre with a gem might vie,
While trembling in its purple eye."
"Ay, you may well rejoice, 'tis true,"
Replied the radiant drop of dew;
"You will, no doubt, as on you move,
To flocks and herds a blessing prove.
But when the sun ascends on high,
Its beam will draw me towards the sky;
And I must own my little power-
I've but refresh'd a humble flower."
"Hold!" cried the stream, "nor thus repineFor well 'tis known a Power divine, Subservient to His will supreme,
Has made the dewdrop and the stream.
Though small thou art (I that allow),
No mark of Heaven's contempt art thou-
Thou hast refresh'd a humble flower,
And done according to thy power."
All things that are, both great and small,
One glorious Author form'd them all;
This thought may all repinings quell:
What serves His purpose, serves Him well.
SUMMER LONGINGS.
AH! my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May-
Waiting for the pleasant rambles,
Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles,
With the woodbine alternating,
Scent the dewy way.
Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May.
Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
Longing for the May-
Longing to escape from study,
To the young face fair and ruddy,
And the thousand charms belonging
To the summer's day.
Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
Longing for the May.
Ah! my heart is sore with sighing,
Sighing for the May-
Sighing for their sure returning,
When the summer beams are burning,
Hopes and flowers, that dead or dying,
All the winter lay.
Ah! my heart is sore with sighing,
Sighing for the May.
Ah! my heart is pained with throbbing,
Throbbing for the May-
Throbbing for the sea-side billows,
Or the water-wooing willows;
Where in laughing and in sobbing,
Glide the streams away.
Ah? my heart, my heart is throbbing,
Throbbing for the May.
Waiting sad, dejected, weary,
Waiting for the May.
Spring goes by with wasted warnings-
Moon-lit evenings, sun-bright mornings-
Summer comes, yet dark and dreary
Life still ebbs away;
Man is ever weary, weary,
Waiting for the May!
OH fair and stately maid, whose eye
Was kindled in the upper sky!
At the same torch that lighted mine,
For so I must interpret still
Thy sweet dominion o'er my
A sympathy divine.
Ah! let me blameless gaze upon
Features that seem in heart my own;
Nor fear those watchful sentinels,
Which charm the more their glance forbids;
Chaste glowing underneath their lids,
With fire that draws while it repels.
Thine eyes still shone for me, though far
I lonely roved the land or sea;
As I behold yon evening star,
Which yet beholds not me.
This morn I climbed the misty hill,
And roamed the pastures through;
How danced thy form before my path,
Amidst the deep-eyed dew!
THE sun went down in beauty; not a cloud
Darkened its radiance,-yet there might be seen
A few fantastic vapours scattered o'er
The face of the blue heavens; some fair and slight
As the pure lawn that shields the maiden's breast,—
Some shone like silver,—some did stream afar-
Faint and dispersed-like the pale horse's mane,
Which Death shall stride hereafter,-
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Like dolphin scales, touched out with varying hues
Of beautiful light-outvying some the rose,
And some the violet, yellow, white, and blue,
Scarlet and purpling red,-One sinall lone ship
Was seen with outstretched sails, keeping its way
In quiet o'er the deep; all nature seemed
Fond of tranquillity; the glassy sea
Scarce rippled-the halcyon slept upon the wave;
The winds were all at rest,—and in the east
The crescent moon, then seen imperfectly.
Came onwards with the vesper star, to see
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