MRS. ANNA MARIA WELLS. TO A YOUNG MOTHER. BELINDA! the young blossom that doth lie These, if so cherished, shall thy blossom bear, MRS. ELIZABETH FRIES ELLET. I. SHEPHERD, with meek brow wreathed with blossoms sweet, And by still waters at the noon of day, Into my heart, and pierce its careless sleep, II. O WEARY heart, there is a rest for thee! Where storms that vex the waters never come. There flower-wreathed hills in sunlit beauty sleep; There meek streams murmur through the verdant glade ; There heaven bends smiling o'er the placid deep. Winnowed by wings immortal that fair isle ; Vocal its air with music from above; There meets the exile eye a welcoming smile; There ever speaks a summoning voice of love Unto the heavy-laden and distressed, - MRS. ALICE BRADLEY NEAL. I. MIDNIGHT. I HAD been tossing through the restless night, Thy form bound only by the shroud's pure fold, Then agony of loneliness o'ercame My widowed heart. Night would fit emblem seem For the evanishing of that bright dream. The heavens were dark: my life henceforth the same. No hope its pulse within my breast was dead. No light the clouds hung heavily o'erhead. II. DAYBREAK. ONCE more I sought the casement. Lo! a ray, Faint and uncertain, struggled through the gloom, Look upward once again, though drear the night: Earth may be darkness; Heaven will give thee light." |