TO MY DAUGHTER. ON HER BIRTHDAY. I. DEAR Fanny! nine long years ago, Whilst low'd the newly-waken'd herds- II. Along with that uprising dew Tears glisten'd in my eyes, though few, To hail a dawning quite as new To me, as Time: It was not sorrow-not annoy But like a happy maid, though coy, III. So may'st thou live, dear! many years, When first thy infant littleness Sept., 1839. TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER. I. LOVE thy mother, little one! II. Gaze upon her living eyes, And mirror back her love for thee,-- III. Press her lips the while they glow With love that they have often told,— Hereafter thou may'st press in woe, And kiss them till thine own are cold. Press her lips the while they glow! IV. Oh, revere her raven hair! Too early Death, led on by Care, V. Pray for her at eve and morn, That Heaven may long the stroke defer,---For thou may'st live the hour forlorn When thou wilt ask to die with her. Pray for her at eve and morn! STANZAS I. FAREWELL Life! my senses swim, II. Welcome Life! the Spirit strives! April, 1845. |