And joy in its graceful glee.
“Shall I ask for a gem of light,
To braid in my flowing ringlets?
Like a star thro’ the veil of night,
Would glisten its glorious hue;
Or a radiant bird, to close
Its beautiful, waving winglets
On my bosom in soft repose,
And share my love with you!”
She paused,—bewildered, terror-struck; for, in her mother’s soul,