[THE FOUNDLING.]
As I sat by my window one cool autumn eve,
And watched the dim shades on the opposite lawn,
From my silent surroundings sweet fancies I weave,
Unmindful of time and the approach of the dawn.
There I sat in the quiet and beauty of night,
Till the sentinel stars grew dim with the light.
When recalled to myself from the silence around,
While Nature was sleeping in peaceful repose,