DOMESTIC POEMS. THE homely hearth, the glowing, cheerful fire; Are deep, undying joys, denied To halls where social love is chilled by stately pride. RECOLLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD. CHILDHOOD's loved group revisits every scene, When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals! As when in ocean sinks the orb of day, The school's lone porch, with reverend mosses gray, Down by yon hazel copse, at evening blazed Whose dark eyes flash'd through locks of blackest shade. And heroes fled the sibyl's mutter'd call, Whose elfin prowess scaled the orchard wall. As o'er my palm the silver piece she drew, Ah, then, what honest triumph flush'd my breast; This truth once known--to bless is to be blest! We led the bending beggar on his way, (Bare were his feet, his tresses silver-gray,) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt, And on his tale with mute attention dwelt: As in his scrip we dropp'd our little store, And sighed to think that little was no more, [live!" He breathed his prayer, "Long may such goodness 'Twas all he gave,-'twas all he had to give. A MOTHER'S LOVE. A MOTHER'S love-how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? -A noble, pure, and tender flame, To bless a heart of earthly mould; To bring a helpless babe to light, And feel herself new-born, This is a mother's love. ROGERS. |