BEAUTY EVERY WHERE. Is it not strange how beauty springs One would not think there were concealed And when the clouds collect on high, Then think that when the rainbow fades, Thus every where, on earth or sea, It blossoms upwards from the earth, O A LADY'S HAND. A LADY'S HAND. 63 My dear little lady, that very white hand, It sweeps o'er the harp with magical sway, And give the relief that the indigent need; The tears they can wipe of affliction and care, NEATNESS I LOVE to see thy gentle hand And then thy own trim, modest form Is always neatly clad; Thou sure wilt make the tidiest wife That ever husband had. No costly splendors needest thou, THAT SAME OLD GIRL. THERE doth she sit- that same old girl In that old jail-like pew! Once she was young So do the aged say; a blooming miss Though e'en in youth, I think, she must Have had an old-like way. How prim, and starched, and kind she looks, And so devout and staid, I wonder some old bachelor Don't wed that good old maid! She does not look so very old, That old straw bonnet she has on, Tied with that bow of blue, Seems not to feel Time's changing hand, "Tis " near as good as new. The old silk gown—the square-toed shoes Those gloves that buckle's gleam, That silver buckle at her waist, To me like old friends seem. Live on-live on ; and may the years May I, when age its furrows deep LAKE AND RIVER. "They also serve, who only stand and wait." Lake. RIVER, why dost thou go by, Lake. Nought before my power could stand, River. I go blessing all the land, Lake. I show sun, and stars, and moon, River. Ay! and wilt thou not as soon I'll no more reprove thee. River. Lake, from pride and censure cease; May no earthquake move thee! Lake. I a higher power obey, Lying still, I'm doing! River. I for no allurement stay, My great end pursuing. Lake. Speed thee! speed thee, river bright! Let not earth oppose thee! River. Rest thee, lake, with all thy might, Where thy hills enclose thee! |