For Winter maketh the light heart sad, And thou,-thou makest the sad heart gay. He sees thee, and calls to his gloomy train, The sleet, and the snow, and the wind, and the rain; And they shrink away, and they flee in fear, When thy merry step draws near. Winter giveth the fields and the trees, so old, And the rain, it raineth so fast and cold, We must cower over the embers low; Winter maketh the sun in the gloomy sky Thou tearest away the mournful shroud, THE BIRD AND THE SHIP. FROM THE GERMAN OF MÜLLER. "THE rivers rush into the sea, "The clouds are passing far and high, THE BIRD AND THE SHIP. "I greet thee, bonny boat! Whither, or whence, With thy fluttering golden band?". "I greet thee, little bird! To the wide sea I haste from the narrow land. "Full and swollen is every sail; I see no longer a hill, I have trusted all to the sounding gale, "And wilt thou, little bird, go with us? Thou mayest stand on the mainmast tall, "I need not and seek not company, "High over the sails, high over the mast, "Who neither may rest, nor listen may, I dart away, in the bright blue day, "Thus do I sing my weary song, 61 THE CHILD ASLEEP. FROM THE FRENCH. SWEET babe! true portrait of thy father's face, Upon that tender eye, my little friend, Soft sleep shall come, that cometh not to me! I watch to see thee, nourish thee, defend ; 'Tis sweet to watch for thee, alone for thee! His arms fall down; sleep sits upon his brow; His eye is closed; he sleeps, nor dreams of harm. Wore not his cheek the apple's ruddy glow, Would you not say he slept on Death's cold arm? Awake, my boy!-I tremble with affright! Awake, and chase this fatal thought!—Unclose Sweet error!--he but slept,-I breathe again; O! when shall he, for whom I sigh in vain, |