Thine, Heber, thine! whose memory from the dead
Shines as the star which to the Saviour led!
THE ADOPTED CHILD.
“Why wouldst thou leave me, O gentle child?
Thy home on the mountain is bleak and wild,
A straw-roof’d cabin, with lowly wall—
Mine is a fair and a pillar’d hall,
Where many an image of marble gleams,
And the sunshine of picture for ever streams.”
“Oh! green is the turf where my brothers play,