THE MORNING WATCH. 'Tis near the morning watch, the dim lamp burns But scarcely shows how dark the slumbering street; No sound of life the silent mart returns ; No friends from house to house their neighbors greet; It is the sleep of death; a deeper sleep Or, turning in their sluggard trances, say "There yet are many hours to fill the night;" They rise not yet; while on the bridegroom goes 'Till he the day's bright gates forever on them close! THE LIVING GOD. THERE is no death with Thee! each plant and tree THE GARDEN. I SAW the spot where our first parents dwelt ; No more for sin's dark stain the debt of death to pay. THE SONG. WHEN I would sing of crooked streams and fields, By hill and grove, by field and stream delayed. LOVE. I ASKED of Time to tell me where was Love; Where bursts from sundered cliff the struggling tide, To where it hails the sea with answering roar, But there the sun had melted from the earth The prints where first she trod, a child of mortal birth. |