Upon the breeze, those fragile orbs were borne.
But when they sank, and vanished from his view,
A cloud of sadness came o’er his fair brow.
This picture read a lesson to my heart.
Oh—how like these, thought I, are half the hopes
And pleasures of this life. No sooner do
They smile upon our view—than they are gone!
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NEW YEAR WISH.
TO ANNA MARIA, AGED FIVE YEARS.