“God help thee, Elia,” said Charles Lamb, “how art thou changed!”
B. B.
TO THE PICTURE OF MY CHILD.[[1]]
———
BY META LANDER.
———
Oh! is it not a dream, my child?
Is not my yearning heart beguiled?
And have not then my longings wild
“God help thee, Elia,” said Charles Lamb, “how art thou changed!”
B. B.
———
BY META LANDER.
———
Oh! is it not a dream, my child?
Is not my yearning heart beguiled?
And have not then my longings wild