DAYBREAK.
We behold the bright joys of another day’s dawn,
As time swiftly flies “like a bird on the wing;”
Let’s improve every moment, now, ere it has gone,
For no one can tell what the next one may bring.
Our hopes of the future we never may see;
Our days that are past we can never redeem;
But to-day every heart, love and joy may impart,
Which surpasses the sun’s most radiant beam.
TO A BROWN THRUSH,
On finding its nest and young.
O little thrush, what gives thee such alarm?
Pray fear thee not, nor think that I am come
To injure or disturb thy happy home;
Thy little ones so sweet I ne’er would harm.
Thy love, like all true parents’ love, is strong—
At all times anxious for thy young so dear;
But put away now ev’ry needless fear,
And once again resume thy happy song.
Sweet bird, I wish thee never-ceasing cheer!
Who, with devoted love and tender care,
Look’st on thy nestlings now so young and fair.
May never cruel enemy come near,
Led by blood-thirsty instincts, to destroy
Thy little home—now filled with peace and joy.