Oh, thou bright orb of night! be thou their light,
To guide the helmsman in his onward flight;
Then may the father, with unsullied joy,
Clasp in his arms his much loved wife and boy.
ON A FROSTY MORNING.
One frosty morn on window high,
This beauteous leaf was traced
By Nature’s art; her hand supplied
The crystal square to grace.
Angelic Nature, how divine
Thy brilliant beauties be!
No India pearl, though rare refined,
Can vie, bright frost, with thee.
AFTER A SNOW STORM.
Oh, Abby, dear, have you the scene survey’d,
And viewed this beauteous carpet Nature’s made?
Not only in one spot its beauty’s shone,
But every building wears a milk-white dome.