A DREAM. ONCE a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Troubled, 'wilder'd, and forlorn, 'O, my children! do they cry, Pitying, I dropp'd a tear: I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round. Follow now the beetle's hum, Little wanderer, hie thee home!' ON ANOTHER'S SORROW. CAN I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrows share? Can a mother sit and hear, An infant groan, an infant fear? And can He, who smiles on all, Hear the wren, with sorrows small, Hear the small bird's grief and care, Hear the woes that infants bear? And not sit beside the nest, And not sit both night and day, Never, never can it be! He doth give His joy to all: Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, Think not thou canst weep a tear, Oh! He gives to us His joy, That our griefs He may destroy: Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan. VOL. II. E THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD. YOUTH of delight! come hither Image of Truth new-born. Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason, Dark disputes and artful teasing. Tangled roots perplex her ways; How many have fallen there! They stumble all night over bones of the dead; And feel they know not what save care; And wish to lead others, when they should be led. |