My dear one’s smile and sigh;
I used to think her tender heart
Was close against the sky.
It was a childish ignorance,
But now it soothes me not
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than when she wasn’t got!
“THERE’S A BOWER OF BEAN-VINES”
There’s a bower of bean-vines in Benjamin’s yard,
And the cabbages grow round it, planted for greens;