XXIII. TO AN INFANT. A. PHILLIPS. TIMELY blossom, infant fair, Every morn, and every night, Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Yet abandoned to thy will, Yet too innocent to blush ; This, in time, will be forgot: And thou shalt in thy daughter see, This picture, once, resembled thee. 10 TELL me, thou soul of her I love, Or dost thou, free, at pleasure roam, Oh! if thou hover'st round my walk, While, under every well-known tree, I to thy fancied shadow talk, Should then the weary eye of grief, Beside some sympathetic stream, In slumber find a short relief, Oh, visit thou my soothing dream! XXV. THE FLOWER OF YARROW. HAMILTON Go, Yarrow flower, thou shalt be blest, Go, lovely flower, thou prettiest flower, Go, lovely rose, what do'st thou here? Thy unenjoyed sweets consuming. |