TO MY MOTHER. And canst thou, mother, for a moment think Or shun thee tottering on the grave's cold brink. KIRKE WHITE, 126 THE THREE FRIENDS. THE THREE FRIENDS. Three young girls in friendship met, - If the first excelled in feature, The other's grace and ease were greater; In their best gifts equalled both. Thus far, for a happy space, CHARLES LAMB. 128 ABOU BEN ADHEM AND THE ANGEL. ABOU BEN ADHEM AND THE ANGEL. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made all of sweet accord Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, LEIGH HUNT. THE HAUNTED SPRING. Gayly through the mountain glen The hunter's horn did ring, As the milk-white doe Down by the haunted spring. In vain he sought the milk-white doe Was by the silent haunted spring. The purple heath-bells, blooming fair, Down by the haunted spring. To greet the hunter came; And pledged him by his name. |