Are all now torn from me; They left me when the trouble came,- I would not have thee know, mother, And shame has left its venomed sting, 'Twould grieve thy tender heart, to know The sorrows of thy child. I'm lonely and forsaken now, Unpitied and unblest; Yet still, I would not have thee know I know thou wouldst not chide, mother, I know thy tender heart, mother, To cross the broad blue sea ;- But ah! there is a thought, mother, And as I wipe the tear away, There whispers in mine ear A voice, that speaks of Heaven and thee WEDDED LOVE IN PARADISE. MILTON. Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise! of all things common else. By thee, adulterous lust was driven from men, Of father, son, and brother, first were known. Mixed dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball LINES TO MY LITTLE BOY, • ON HIS SECOND BIRTH-DAY. DAY K. LEE. Our May-Day dawns at last, my boy, A glad voice tells us of the joy Thy first young year has rolled its round The Lord take thanks for what he gave In all that year of bliss! For wert thou this day in thy grave, And thank him for the few sweet hours I clasped thee for my own, And drank thy smiles, and saw the flowers Dear heavenly lessons I have ta'en Thou art a little milk-white dove, Thy nest is near the altar warm, And it may be some scarring storm But all our life has been more dear, Will seem sent down from heaven.. Thy snowy bosom pressed to mine, Rare charms thy face and form endow, Thy lips of lilac sweet; Thy linsey locks, and ivory brow, And dimpled hands and feet; Thy laughter like the blue-bird's note; And call past pleasures back. God bless thee, O my bird of hope, And thro' all fields of flight that ope, God grant thy lovely life, my boy, Until another May, And flood thy little heart with joy, 3* GIVE ME MY OLD SEAT, MOTHER. MRS. JUDSON. Give me my old seat, mother, With my head upon thy knee; I've passed through many a changing scene, Since thus I sat by thee. Oh! let me look into thine eyes Their meek, soft, loving light Falls like a gleam of holiness, I've not been long away, mother; 'Tis but a little time, I know, But very long it seems; Though every night I come to thee, The world has kindly dealt, mother, Which made that path so dearly bright; Which gave the light, and cast the balm I bear a happy heart, mother, And, even now, new buds of hope |