TO AN INFANT.
On parent's knees, a naked new-born child,
Weeping thou sat'st, while all around thee smil'd.
So live, that sinking to thy last long sleep,
Calm thou may'st smile, while all around thee—weep.
THE RUINED WELL.
(For the Mirror.)
The form of ages long gone by
Crowd thick on Fancy's wondering eye,
And wake the soul to musings high!