My heart to Heaven, and in my gladness prayed
That if a heart were sad, or if a tear
Were living upon earth, it might be theirs
To go abroad in nature, and to see
A mother and her gentle babes like these.
FUGITIVE PIECES.
THE SOLDIER’S WIDOW.
Wo! for my vine-clad home!
That it should ever be so dark to me,
With its bright threshold, and its whispering tree!