TO HELEN. WHAT prayer, dear Helen, shall I pray, On this my brightest ho'iday, To the great Giver of all good, By whom our thoughts are understoodLowly or lofty, wild or weak Long ere the tardy tongue can speak? For you, my treasure. let me pray And for our infants let me pray— And for my own heart let me pray That God may mould me day by day, By grace descending from above, On this, my best of days, made mine. (JULY 7, 1837.) SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF LOCKHART'S "LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT." Lo the magician, whose enchantments lend Unfading laurels; yet methinks, of right, This record, Helen, welcome shall appear; "A merry Christmas, and a glad New Year!" (DECEMBER 25, 1837.) WRITTEN IN THE GIVEN BY VERSES FIRST LEAF OF A CHILD'S BOOK, TO HER GODSON, AGED FOUR. 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 Through yon blue ether, I were able 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.) |