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Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
WRITTEN IN GERMANY.
"TIS sweet to him, who all the week
Through city-crowds must push his way, To stroll alone through fields and woods, And hallow thus the Sabbath-day.
And sweet it is, in summer bower,
But what is all, to his delight,
Who having long been doomed to roam, Throws off the bundle from his back, Before the door of his own home?
Home-sickness is a wasting pang;
Thou Breeze that play'st on Albion's shore!
ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION.
you ask what the birds say ? The sparrow,
The linnet and thrush say, " I love and I love!" In the winter they're silent-the wind is so strong; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm
And singing, and loving-all come back together.
A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER.
ERE on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say:
In strength and health for many a year;
And may I my best thoughts employ
And, O! preserve my brothers both
THE VISIONARY HOPE.
SAD lot, to have no hope! Though lowly kneeling
Some royal prisoner at his conqueror's feast,
Though obscure pangs made curses of his dreams,
That Hope, which was his inward bliss and boast, Which waned and died, yet ever near him stood, Though changed in nature, wander where he would
For Love's despair is but Hope's pining ghost!
(So the love-stricken visionary deems)
Disease would vanish, like a summer shower, Whose dews fling sunshine from the noon-tide bower!
Or let it stay! yet this one Hope should give Such strength that he would bless his pains and live.
THE HAPPY HUSBAND.
OFT, oft methinks, the while with Thee
A promise and a mystery,
A pledge of more than passing life,
A pulse of love, that ne'er can sleep!
That gladness half requests to weep!
Of transient joys, that ask no sting
Wheel out their giddy moment, then
A more precipitated vein
Of notes, that eddy in the flow
RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE.
How warm this woodland wild Recess !