SNOWBERRIES. BALLS of snow for the Fairy Queen, L. V. THE VACANT PLACE. My heart has indeed a vacant place; That blithely welcomed my comings-in And, ever, some weary thought will go For safe, where no spoilers reach the store, W THE GREENHOUSE. HO loves a garden, loves a greenhouse too. There blooms exotic beauty, warm and snug, Peep through their polished foliage at the storm, Her crimson honours; and the spangled beau, All plants, of every leaf, that can endure The winter's frown, if screened from his shrewd bite, Their jessamine, her jessamine remote COWPER. HE wind rocks the forest, The clouds gather o'er; Beside the green shore; The breakers are dashing with might, with might, And she mingles her sighs with the gloomy night, And her eyes are hot with tears. "The dead heart is broken, And empty the earth To the Wish never more can The Sorrow give birth. To her Father in Heaven may the Daughter now go; I have known all the joys that the world can bestowI have lived-I have loved!" In vain, oh! how vainly Flows tear upon tear; Human woe never waketh Dull Death's heavy ear! |