CONTENTS.
| Page. | |
| The Shunamite | [9] |
| Scene in Gethsemane | [13] |
| Contemplation | [15] |
| Sketch of a Schoolfellow | [18] |
| Idleness | [21] |
| On the Death of Edward Payson D.D. | [24] |
| The Tri-Portrait | [26] |
| January 1st, 1828 | [29] |
| January 1st, 1829 | [30] |
| Psyche, before the Tribunal of Venus | [32] |
| On seeing a beautiful Boy at play | [34] |
| The Child's first impression of a Star | [36] |
| Dedication Hymn | [37] |
| The Baptism | [38] |
| The Table of Emerald | [39] |
| The Annoyer | [42] |
| Starlight | [44] |
| Lassitude | [45] |
| Roaring Brook | [46] |
| The Declaration | [48] |
| Isabel | [49] |
| Mere Accident | [51] |
| The Earl's Minstrel | [53] |
| The Serenade | [57] |
| Hero | [60] |
| April | [62] |
| To —— | [64] |
| Twenty-two | [66] |
| On the Picture of a child playing. By Fisher. | [68] |
| To a sleeping Boy | [70] |
| Sonnet | [73] |
| Sonnet | [74] |
| Sonnet | [75] |
| Sonnet | [76] |
| Sonnet | [77] |
| Andre's Request | [78] |
| Discrimination | [79] |
| The Solitary | [80] |
| Lines on the death of Miss Fanny V. Apthorp | [82] |
| A Portrait | [83] |
| May | [84] |
| On seeing through a window a Belle completing her Toilet for a Ball | [86] |
| To a Belle | [88] |
FUGITIVE POETRY.
THE SHUNAMITE.[A]
It was a sultry day of summer time.
The sun pour'd down upon the ripen'd grain
With quivering heat, and the suspended leaves
Hung motionless. The cattle on the hills
Stood still, and the divided flock were all
Laying their nostrils to the cooling roots,
And the sky look'd like silver, and it seem'd
As if the air had fainted, and the pulse
Of nature had run down, and ceas'd to beat.
'Haste thee, my child!' the Syrian mother said,
'Thy father is athirst'—and from the depths
Of the cool well under the leaning tree,
She drew refreshing water, and with thoughts
Of God's sweet goodness stirring at her heart,
She bless'd her beautiful boy, and to his way
Committed him. And he went lightly on,
With his soft hands press'd closely to the cool
Stone vessel, and his little naked feet
Lifted with watchful care, and o'er the hills,
And thro' the light green hollows, where the lambs
Go for the tender grass, he kept his way,
Wiling its distance with his simple thoughts,
Till, in the wilderness of sheaves, with brows
Throbbing with heat, he set his burden down.
Childhood is restless ever, and the boy
Stay'd not within the shadow of the tree,
But with a joyous industry went forth
Into the reapers' places, and bound up
His tiny sheaves, and plaited cunningly
The pliant withs out of the shining straw,
Cheering their labor on, till they forgot
The very weariness of their stooping toil
In the beguiling of his earnest mirth.
Presently he was silent, and his eye
Closed as with dizzy pain, and with his hand
Press'd hard upon his forehead, and his breast
Heaving with the suppression of a cry,
He uttered a faint murmur, and fell back
Upon the loosen'd sheaf, insensible.