LINES.
I wander’d in the woodland;
My heart beat cold and slow,
And not a tear of sorrow,
To ease its weight, would flow.
But soft a brook sang by me,
“Ah! give thy grief to me,
And I will bear it lightly,
Far, far away from thee!”
So sweet that lulling murmur,
Its music thrill’d my heart,
And, o’er the glad wave weeping,
I felt my grief depart.
Frances Sargent Osgood.