Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly
Young, and so fair!
SAMUEL ROGERS.
Human Life.
A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;
And feeling hearts—touch them but rightly—pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
Then, never less alone than when alone,
Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves—not dead, but gone before—
He gathers round him.
A Wish.
Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
With many a fall, shall linger near.