When once their love is set,
But will your footsteps follow, far and near.
Happy to live at ease
’Mid rural blessings, and domestic peace—
Thrice happy, when ye die,
Beside your sires to lie
In the old churchyard, ’neath the ancestral trees.
THE GUARDIAN WATCHER.
My little girl sleeps on my arm all night,
And seldom stirs, save when, with playful wile,