Short-lived as we are, yet our pleasures, we see,
Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we.
—Cowper.
IN THE ORCHARD.
Far down in the orchard I found her,
Her earnest eyes gazing aloft.
A baby hand waved me a warning,
A baby voice called to me—soft.
"Hush, mamma, don't frighten the birdies;
They're busy at work, don't you see?