ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION. Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove, And singing, and loving-all come back together. "I love my Love, and my Love loves me!" THE VISIONARY HOPE. SAD lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneeling He strove in vain! the dull sighs from his chest Though Nature forced; though like some captive guest, Some royal prisoner at his conqueror's feast, Though obscure pangs made curses of his dreams, Each night was scattered by its own loud screams : Yet never could his heart command, though fain, One deep full wish to be no more in pain. 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 wouldFor Love's Despair is but Hope's pining Ghost! For this one hope he makes his hourly moan, He wishes and can wish for this alone! Pierced, as with light from Heaven, before its gleams (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. A FRAGMENT. OFT, oft methinks, the while with Thee I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear And dedicated name, I hear A promise and a mystery, A pledge of more than passing life, A pulse of love, that ne'er can sleep! Of transient joys, that ask no sting From jealous fears, or coy denying; But born beneath Love's brooding wing, And into tenderness soon dying, Wheel out their giddy moment, then A more precipitated vein Of notes, that eddy in the flow Of smoothest song, they come, they go, And leave their sweeter understrain Its own sweet self-a love of Thee That seems, yet cannot greater be! |