Came a youth with noiseless footsteps; Laid the crown which seraphs wear. "Earth's no longer ours forever!” Now each heart is bowed in anguish, But amid the sorrow dim Feel they that our Lord hath spoken, And they yield her back to Him. NURSERY SONG. Sleep, gently sleep, my baby boy, I know it by the token old. Then sleep, sweet baby minc. Thy head is pillowed on my breast, "Tis sweet to press thee closely thus, And note the beating time With which thy little throbbing heart Responds each pulse of mine. Then gently sleep, my baby boy, In happy visions blest. While softly rests thy golden head Upon a mother's breast. TO S. M. R. My sister friend, 'tis joy to think And when you read, perchance will say- I could by glancing o'er the street, How often, just as day-light closed, We passed a happy hour away. I always met a welcome kind, I always felt your clasped hand, Your love and time hath proved it well, Was ever free at my command. We reveled with the poets old, Roamed in their dreamland far away, Then laughed and said, the brow may sere And yet the heart be young alway. Another one, I mind me well, With soul from all but us apart, Is fauning now through time and space, The smouldering embers of my heart. Our past hath had its sombre clouds, And burst the murky darkness through. |