A nod then came, and soon I winged my flight
Away into the land of Nod;
All earthly things were lost to sense and sight;
A fairy land my footsteps trod.
The distance might have been an inch, a mile,
Or thousands,—ten, for what I know;
It seemed a pleasant place, for still a smile
Was on my face; I liked it so.
Wrapt in those fairy dreams of pleasant lands,
A gentle pressure on my lips,
Of softest touch, like that of fairy hands,
And sweet as though with honey tips,
Saluted me, and such a silvery sound
Came with it, which as magic fell
Upon my ear, so sweet and so profound.
It is a stolen kiss I tell.
THE ORPHAN BOY.
See that poor, deserted, homeless boy,
All lonely, sad, and weary;
Nothing to cheer his wee heart to joy,
All melancholy dreary.
For his heart is heavy, and he sobs;
Tear-drops trickle from his eye;
As in solitude he sits and throbs,
Gay people pass him by.
The poor wee boy.
No mother has he, so kind and dear,
To wipe his big tears away,
His heavy heart to gladness cheer,
Or soft words of kindness say;
No father a home to provide,
From the Winter’s chilly blast;
But anywhere he may abide,—
A deserted, poor outcast.
The poor wee boy.
A BRIGHT DAY, AFTER A SEASON OF DULL WEATHER.
How smiling all the people seem!
On every face behold a gleam;
Each heart of joy must brimful teem,
And thus send forth a cheering beam.
The gloomy clouds have passed away,
And bright and glorious is the day;
The sun gives forth a genial ray,
And gentle breezes music play.