Her beads while she numbered, the baby still slumbered,
And smiled in her face as she bended the knee.
“Oh! blessed be that warning, my child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.”
* * * * *
Samuel Lover.
A woman half sleeping, o’er a window was peeping,
For her husband had not come to dinner or tea:
And the watchman was telling the hour that was knelling,