What had the scene for memory to recall
With a fond look of love? What secret spell
With the heart’s pictures made its image dwell?
What but the spirit of the joyous child,
That freshly forth o’er stream and verdure smiled,
Casting upon the common things of earth
A brightness, born and gone with infant mirth!
THE BATTLE-FIELD.
I look’d on the field where the battle was spread,
When thousands stood forth in their glancing array;