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We watch'd her breathing thro’ the night,
Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
So silently we seem'd to speak,
So slowly mov'd about,
To eke her living out.
Our very hopes belied our fears,
Our fears our hopes belied-
And sleeping when she died.
For when the morn came dim and sad,
And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids clos’d—she had
Another morn than ours.
TO MY DAUGHTER.
ON HER BIRTHDAY.
Dear Fanny! nine long years ago,
with the eastern glow
6. Thou hast a child !”
Along with that uprising dew
To me, as Time :
It was not sorrow-not annoy-
Forestalls its prime.
So may’st thou live, dear! many years,
Too strictly kept :
Was this—I wept.
ON SEEING MY WIFE AND TWO CHILDREN SLEEPING IN
THE SAME CHAMBER.
And has the earth lost its so spacious round,
COBLENTZ, Nov., 1835.