Or caught by some enraptured eye, Are quickly borne away! Thus in its own sequestered bower, An angel, in disguise, By chance espied this matchless flower, And plucked it for the skies. HERRICK. Can satisfy th' immortal mind;— For pleasures pregnant with despair, Why should we pant for other streams For waters where pollution teems, And pass the living fountains by? Childhood. "And I saw a lovely child, who knelt Beside the cot where his father dwelt, At the sunset hour; and his hands were raised Toward the sky, on which he gazed; And on his rosy lips a prayer Seemed hovering, like the summer air: 'Fear'st thou,' said I, 'the shades of even?' He smiled, and said-'See how bright is Heaven!'" M. A. BROWN. THOUGHT that my childhood for ever would last, With all its romances so gay; But the days that I fancied would never be past, How swiftly they vanished away! I thought-but, alas! it was only a dream I thought, as the older I grew, My joys would flow on in a far richer stream Than e'er in my childhood they flew. But though the delights of my childhood are gone, A land full of beauty, to mortals unknown, A land where the weary for ever shall rest, The land of immortals, the land of the blest- 120 THE TROUBLES OF LIFE. The Troubles of Life. "I hold the world but as the world A stage, where every man must play his part, SHAKSPERE. HERE is the man who ne'er retired to weep One deep-drawn, silent, solitary tear; Before whose startled eyes, when closed in sleep, What mariner has never felt the shocks Of some o'erwhelming, desolating wave; Or, near the precincts of some hidden rocks, Does not the footsore traveller often pant Oh, what a world!—a dreary desert this, O'errun with known and unknown beasts of prey, Uprooting all the plants of social bliss Tearing the olive branch of peace away! |