MY BIRD. E'ER last year's moon had left the sky, Her tiny wings upon my breast. From morn till evening's purple tinge, There's not in Ind a lovelier bird; This beautiful, mysterious thing, The pulse first caught its tiny stroke, The blood its crimson hue, from mine This life, which I have dared invoke, Henceforth is parallel with thine. : Doubts, hopes, in eager tumult rise; Hear, O my God! one earnest prayer: Room for my bird in Paradise, And give her angel plumage there! TO MRS. JUDSON. 66 SUGGESTED BY HER POEM MY BIRD." AND does thy bird, so loved, so fair, But ah! a bird as fair as thine And fairer earth hath never known O long, full long, mayst thou be spared The anguish that my heart doth know, And with glad songs may thy sweet bird Cheer thee wherever thou shalt go. And as it learns, when thou art lone, To charm thee with its sweetest lays, Then thou canst teach that infant voice To soar to heaven in grateful praise. And O, did not old "ocean roll" And share thy joys—yes, even thine! I'd woo that little bird to me, And fold it to my throbbing breast, And there in safety might it lie, Where late my own was all so blest. Say, when at night thy "birdling" fair MRS. JUDSON'S BURIAL AT ST. HELENA. MOURNFULLY, tenderly, Bear onward the dead, Where the warrior has lain, No place more befitting, Mournfully, tenderly, Tears are bedewing The path as ye go; Kindred and strangers Gently so, gently, O, bear her away. EARLY PIETY. Ecclesiastes, xii. 1. O, COME, pluck sweet flowers In life's earliest hours, Entwine a bright wreath for thy brow; That their fragrance may last When thy skies are o'ercast, Their perfume around thy path throw. When thy young eye is bright, When thy spirits are light, Go, gather the sweet flowers of love; Let meekness and truth Be the flowers of thy youth, And that kindness which comes from above. Let wisdom direct Thy young hand to select Those flowerets which never decay; Let faith and hope bind A bouquet for the mind, Fading not in life's wintry day. Let the pages of truth Fill thy memory, in youth, With their precepts and lessons sublime; With a peace-loving mind, With good will to mankind, Those jewels untarnished by time. |