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TO T. L. H.
MODEL of thy parent dear, Serious infant worth a fear: In thy unfaultering visage well Picturing forth the son of Tell, When on his forehead, firm and good, Motionless mark, the apple stood ; Guileless traitor, rebel mild, Convict unconscious, culprit-child ! Gates that close with iron roar Have been to thee thy nursery door ; Chains that chink in cheerless cells Have been thy rattles and thy bells ; Walls contrived for giant sin Have hemmed thy faultless weakness in ; Near thy sinless bed black Guilt Her discordant house hath built,
And filled it with her monstrous brood-
But the clouds, that overcast
every lesson thou hast lost.
The breeze, the sunshine, and the place,
So shall be thy days beguild, THORNTON Hunt, my favourite child.
FROM THE GERMAN.
The clouds are blackening, the storms threat
ening, And ever the forest maketh a moan : Billows are breaking, the damsel's heart aching, Thus by herself she singeth alone,
Weeping right plenteously.
“ The world is empty, the heart is dead surely,
In this world plainly all seemeth amiss : To thy breast, holy one, take now thy little one, I have had earnest of all earth’s bliss,
Living right lovingly."
DAVID IN THE CAVE OF ADULLAM.
DAVID and his three captains bold Kept ambush once within a hold. It was in Adullam's cave, Nigh which no water they could have, Nor spring, nor running brook was near To quench the thirst that parch'd them there. Then David, king of Israel, Strait bethought him of a well, Which stood beside the city gate, At Bethlem ; where, before his state Of kingly dignity, he had Oft drunk his fill, a shepherd lad ; But now his fierce Philistine foe Encamp'd before it he does know. Yet ne'er the less, with heat opprest, Those three bold captains he addrest, And wish'd that one to him would bring Some water from his native spring. His valiant captains instantly To execute his will did fly.