VERSES WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF A CHILD'S BOOK, GIVEN BY TO My little Freddy, when you look Which is my Christmas present, Will make them both more pleasant. Stories are here of girls and boys, Their sorrows and their pleasures; When you have spelled the volume through, (I hope you'll read it clearly;) DECEMBER 25, 1837. TO HELEN WITH A SMALL CANDLESTICK, A BIRTHDAY PRESENT. IF, wandering in a wizard's car To fashion of a little star A taper for my Helen's table,— "What then?" she asks me with a laugh;— Why then, with all Heaven's lustre glowing, It would not gild her path with half The light her love o'er mine is throwing! FEBRUARY 12, 1838. TO HELEN WITH SOUTHEY'S POEMS. A HAPPY and a holy day Is this alike to soul and sight; But vain the purpose-very vain! Yet prize these tomes of golden rhyme; As sunward rose the Persian's prayer, Though clouds might dim the votary's view, So still, through doubt and grief and care, JULY 7, 1838. THE HOME OF HIS CHILDHOOD. I. He knows that the paleness still grows on his cheek, That the hand of the stranger may tend on his rest, That the foot of the stranger may tread on his grave? II. Here the sun may be brighter, the heaven more blue, ST. LEONARD'S-ON-SEA, December 22, 1838. TO HELEN WITH A DIARY, A BIRTHDAY PRESENT. Ir daily to these tablets fair My Helen shall entrust a part Of every thought, dream, wish, and prayer, Born from her head or from her heart, Well may I say each little page More precious records soon will grace, Than ever yet did bard or sage From store of truth or fable trace. Affection-friendship here will glow, The daughter's and the mother's love, And charity to man below, And piety to God above. Such annals, artless though they be, Oh blessed are the eyes that see! More blessed are the hands that write! FEBRUARY 12, 1839. |