Thou wilt weep for it in vain, But as sometimes in mid June, Coolness lingers through the day, Bathing the hot brow of noon, So mayst thou as life comes on, "I FEEL dependent for a vigorous and hopeful spirit on now and then a kind word, the merry laugh of a child, or the silent greeting of a flower." DR. FOLLEN. "A BABE in a house is a well-spring of pleasure." PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. "I DESPISE the man who can think lightly of his early days. The pranks and plans of infancy are the airy effervescence of uncalculating single-heartedness. They are shed from the young spirit's beauty, like the sweet perfume of a flower." MY EARLY DAYS. THRENODY. "Hearts are dust, heart's loves remain, AND whither now, my truant wise and sweet, I had the right, few days ago, Thy steps to watch, thy place to know; How have I forfeited the right? Hast thou forgot me in a new delight? I hearken for thy household cheer, Whose voice, an equal messenger, What though the pains and joys Fitting his age and ken, Yet fairest dames and bearded men, Who heard the sweet request, So gentle, wise, and grave, Still plotting how their hungry ear Took the eye with him as he went; From the window I look out To works as noble led thee on. Now Love and Pride, alas! in vain, The poultry-yard, the shed, the barn,— From the roadside to the brook Whereinto he loved to look. Step the meek birds where erst they ranged; The wintry garden lies unchanged; The brook into the stream runs on; But the deep-eyed boy is gone. HOUSEHOLD TREASURES. WHAT are they? gold and silver? O no! they are not these! or else God help the poor man's need! Then, sitting 'mid his little ones He would be poor indeed! They are not these, Belongs not to degree, our household wealth It is the love within our souls, — The children at our homes! My heart is filled with gladness When I behold how fair, How bright are rich men's children These luring, loving human things |