IV. This heart indeed were cold To feeling's gentle sway, If while thy fairy form I fold, And those small fingers play Around my neck, thy face the while Or that calm sullen language wear V. I have not darkly roved O'er Nature's fair domain, Nor gazed on sun-lit scenes unmoved The light round sinless children thrown When years bring guilt, and life no more Is bright and joyous as before. VI. I see my own first hours, While lingering over thine; I see thee pluck the fresh spring-flowers, An artless wreath to twine; The same bright hues their beauty yields As those I sought in dewy fields, When kindred bliss was mine; And while by memory thus beguiled, VII. How oft the phantom Care Hath swiftly passed away, As some night-bird that may not dare While half unconsciously mine eye Around my lips, nor could refrain, But kissed thee o'er and o'er again! VIII. I've watched thy little wiles, A thousand times and more, And yet they win my ready smiles As freely as before; Thy dear, familiar, prattled words Are sweeter than the songs of birds Each new grace brings as proud surprize IX. E'en "thrice-told tales" are sweet That cheerful children tell, On sounds their lovely lips repeat The ear for aye could dwell; Unlike all other things of earth Their winning ways and sinless mirth Still hold us as a spell; In every mood, in every hour They bear the same enchanting power. X. Ah! dearest child, if thou A child couldst thus remain, And I for ever gaze as now On one without a stain Of earthly guilt or earthly care, With heart as pure and form as fair As sainted spirits gain, Methinks e'en this drear world might seem A heaven as sweet as man could dream! XI. But mortal flowerets grow 'Till all their bright tints fade, And thy maturer bloom must know The bleak world's tempest-shade ;- Its tribute brief of natural tears, Thou'lt seek awhile what soothes and cheers. XII. As I now gaze on thee E'en thou perchance shall gaze On one whose smiles of guiltless glee The same proud bliss shall raise, 'Till he to sterner manhood grown Shall see thee to the grave go down, And while thy frame decays Beneath the cold, damp, silent sod, Shall follow in the track thou'st trod. XIII. Alas! how this dim scene Is fraught with change and death! What countless myriads here have been To breathe a moment's breath, Then sink beneath that mortal doom That makes the wide green earth a tomb, Its flowers a funeral wreath ; And oh! what countless myriads more Shall rise and fall ere Time is o'er! XIV. One after one we fill The darkly yawning grave; On Time's vast ocean never still Thus wave succeedeth wave, And all that from the wreck of life, The change, the tumult and the strife, The happiest fate may save, Is but the memory of a dream, A name, whose glory is a gleam! XV. But hence with thoughts like these, (The present still is ours!) They come like autumn's blighting breeze Thy glittering eye and sunny brow And when the future lowers, I'll think of that celestial clime Where all things own eternal prime ! R XVI. The transitory gloom Is floating fast away! I cannot long behold thy bloom And like a sun-burst on the scene Where April's fitful clouds have been While balm is shed from fancy's wing XVII. Oh, how that fair face glows! How that small bosom heaves ! Those red lips tremble like the rose When light airs part the leaves; A sudden laughter fills thine eye, The dimples shining waters show Like those thy cheeks are wearing now! XVIII. Oh! spirit-gladdening sight! Oh! happiness divine! To feel a father's sacred right, To call such cherub mine! A humble name, and lowly state Yet how can I repine At want of wealth, or fame, or power, While blest with this fair human flower! |