TO LAURA W TWO YEARS OF AGE. BRIGHT be the skies that cover thee, Child of the sunny brow Bright as the dream flung over thee- I know no fount that gushes out I would that thou might'st ever be As beautiful as now,— ! то LAURA W That time might ever leave as free I would life were "all poetry" To gentle measure set, That nought but chasten'd melody Nor one discordant note be spoken, I would but deeper things than these By the fierce wrong forgiven, "Her lot is on thee," lovely child- I fear thy gentle loveliness, Thine eye's beseeching earnestness 175 May be to thee a snare. The silver stars may purely shine, But they who kneel at woman's shrine, Ye may fling back the gift again, But the crushed flower will leave a stain. What shall preserve thee, beautiful child? Keep thee as thou art now? Bring thee, a spirit undefiled, The world is but a broken reed, And life grows early dim Who shall be near thee in thy need, To lead thee up-to Him? He, who himself was "undefiled?" With him, we trust thee, beautiful child! ON A PICTURE OF A GIRL LEADING HER BLIND MOTHER THROUGH THE WOOD. THE green leaves as we pass Lay their light fingers on thee unaware, And by thy side the hazels cluster fair, And the low forest-grass Grows green and silken where the wood-paths windAlas! for thee, sweet mother! thou art blind! And nature is all bright; And the faint gray and crimson of the dawn, Quivers in tremulous softness on the sky Alas! sweet mother! for thy clouded eye! The moon's new silver shell Trembles above thee, and the stars float up, And the swift birds on glorious pinions flee- And the kind looks of friends Peruse the sad expression in thy face, Low to thine ear with duty unforgot Alas! sweet mother! that thou seest them not! But thou canst hear! and love May richly on a human tone be pour'd, And while I speak thou knowst if I smile, Yes, thou canst hear! and He Who on thy sightless eye its darkness hung, |