THE TULIP AND THE EGLANTINE. 135 “I am cheerful, young man," Father William replied, "Let the cause thy attention engage; In the days of my youth I remember'd my GoD, SOUTHEY. THE TULIP AND THE EGLANTINE. THE Tulip called to the Eglantine, "Good neighbor, I hope you see How the throngs that visit the gardens come, The florist bows to my elegant form, And praises my rainbow ray, Till I'm half afraid, through his raptured eyes "It may be so," said the Eglantine, "In a shadier nook I dwell, And what is passing among the great I cannot know so well; But they speak of me as the FLOWER OF LOVE; Is dearer to me and my infant buds, MRS. SIGOURNEY. THE BLIND BOY'S LAMENT. O SAY what is that thing called light, You talk of wondrous things you see; My day or night myself I make, And could I always keep awake, With heavy sighs I often hear Then let not what I cannot have CIBBER. THE POOR WIDOW. 137 THE POOR WIDOW. I knew a widow very poor, And very hard this widow toiled To labor she would leave her home, And glad was she when she could buy And this was all the children had On any day to eat: They drank their water, ate their bread, But never tasted meat. One day, when snow was falling fast, I thought that I would go and see How these poor children were. Ere long I reached their cheerless home- I paused to listen to the boy: I waited till the child was done, "Why, sir," said he, "this morning when My mother went away, She wept, because she said she had "She said we children now must starve, And then I told her not to cry, "Our Father,' sir, the prayer begins, As we have no kind father here, 66 MOTHER, WHAT IS DEATH?" "And then you know, sir, that the prayer Asks God for bread each day; So, in the corner, sir, I went, And that's what made me pray." I quickly left that wretched room, "I thought GoD heard me," said the boy, I could not speak, but much I thought 139 DR. HAWKS. "MOTHER, WHAT IS DEATH?” "Mother, how still the baby lies! 66 'My little work I thought to bring, They hushed me, he is dead! |