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THE DEATH-BED.

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,
As we had lent her half our powers

To eke her living out.

Our very hopes belied our fears,

Our fears our hopes belied-
We thought her dying when she slept,

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,
While yet the morning sun was low,
And
rosy

with the eastern glow
The landscape smil'd ;
Whilst low'd the newly-waken'd herds-
Sweet as the early song of birds,
I heard those first, delightful words,

6. Thou hast a child !”

Along with that uprising dew
Tears glisten’d in my eyes, though few,
To hail a dawning quite as new

To me, as Time :

It was not sorrow-not annoy-
But like a happy maid, though coy,
With grief-like welcome, even Joy

Forestalls its prime.

So may’st thou live, dear! many years,
In all the bliss that life endears,
Not without smiles, nor yet from tears

Too strictly kept :
When first thy infant littleness
I folded in

my

fond caress,
The greatest proof of happiness

Was this—I wept.

Sept., 1389.

LINES

ON SEEING MY WIFE AND TWO CHILDREN SLEEPING IN

THE SAME CHAMBER.

And has the earth lost its so spacious round,
The sky its blue circumference above,
That in this little chamber there is found
Both earth and heaven—my universe of love !
All that my God can give me or remove,
Here sleeping, save myself, in mimic death.
Sweet that in this small compass I behove
To live their living and to breathe their breath!
Almost I wish that with one common sigh
We might resign all mundane care and strife,
And seek together that transcendent sky,
Where Father, Mother, Children, Husband, Wife,
Together pant in everlasting life !

COBLENTZ, Nov., 1835.

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