...high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the anxious night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight ! THE LILY. Mrs. Tiglte. HOW withered, perished seems the form Of yon obscure unsightly root! Yet from...

...separation. " O when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for cares and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, — • For all her sorrows, all her tears, An over-payment of delight ?" We have put forth these remarks, not for the...

...high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears. The day of woe, the anxious night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight? SONG. ANONYMOUS. THOU art looking on the face of night, my love ! Is not yon evening star bright, my...

...heart to sorrow; The tear 'that glitters in the eye Is herald of his faith to-morrow. THE DEAD INFANT. Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost...her sorrow, all her tears, An overpayment of delight ? SOOTHEY. The Mother had watch'd through a long, long night O'er the shadowy form of her wasting child;...

...purified, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest. It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest time of love is there. Oh ! when a mother meets on high...sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight ?" SUNSET. " Twas at that sober hour when the light of day is receding, And from surrounding things...

...high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of wo, the anxious night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight! SIR WALTER SCOTT. THE LAST JUDGMENT. THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, When Heaven and Earth shall...

...high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the anxious night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight ! TO A SISTER. BY W. BEAD, ESQ. THE soft gale of summer, though past, Will breathe of the rose it loved...

...high The habe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of wo, the anxious night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight ! SOUTHEY. TO THE MEMORY OF HENRY KIBKE WHITE BRIGHT be the place of thy soul, No lovelier spirit than...

...high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the anxious night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight ! TO A SISTER. BY W. READ, ESQ. THE soft gale of summer, though past, Will breathe of the rose it loved...

...high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the anxious night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight ! TO A SISTER. BY W. READ, ESQ. THE soft gale of summer, though past, Will breathe of the rose it loved...