་ THE SOLDIER'S WIFE, DACTYLICS. WEARY way-wanderer languid and sick at heart, Sorely thy little one drags by thee bare-footed, Woe-begone mother, half anger, half agony, As over thy shoulder thou lookest to hush the babe, Thy husband will never return from the war again, Cold is thy hopeless heart even as charity— Cold are thy famished babes-God help thee, widowed one. THE WIDOW. SAPPHICS. COLD was the night wind, drifting fast the snow fell, Drear were the downs, more dreary her reflections; Fast o'er the heath a chariot rattled by her; "Once I had friends, but they have all forsook me! "I had a home once-I had once a husband- Then on the snow she laid her down to rest her; Worn out with anguish, toil, and cold, and hunger, THE CHAPEL BELL. Lo I, the man who erst the muse did ask For cap and gown to leave my minstrel weeds; Oh, how I hate the sound! it is the knell To quit or Morpheus or the muse's bower: Hearing still mumbled o'er the same eternal strain Thou tedious herald of more tedious prayers, Or roused one pious transport in the breast? |