. A book for girls, in prose and poetry. toilIt shrank to bear.—And I remember well,The care that nnrturd her, both night and dayWhen it would seem as if the fainting breathMust leave her bosom, and her fair blue eyeSank neath its lids, like some crushed violet. Six winters came, and now that self-same babe Wins with her needle the appointed length Of her light task, and learns with patient zeal The daily lesson, tracing on her map All climes and regions of the peopled earth. With tiny hand, she guides the writers quill. Graving those lines through which the soul doth And pours in timid tones
. A book for girls, in prose and poetry. toilIt shrank to bear.—And I remember well,The care that nnrturd her, both night and dayWhen it would seem as if the fainting breathMust leave her bosom, and her fair blue eyeSank neath its lids, like some crushed violet. Six winters came, and now that self-same babe Wins with her needle the appointed length Of her light task, and learns with patient zeal The daily lesson, tracing on her map All climes and regions of the peopled earth. With tiny hand, she guides the writers quill. Graving those lines through which the soul doth And pours in timid tones her hymn at eve. She, from the picturd page, doth scan the tribesThat revel in the air, or cleave the flood,Or roam the wild, delighting much to knowTheir various natures, and their habits all,From the huge elephant, to the small flyThat liveth but a day, yet in that dayIs happy, and outspreads a shining wing,Exulting in the mighty Makers care. She weeps that men should barb the monarch whaleIn his wild ocean-home, and wound the dove,. 213 And to the slaughter lead the trusting lamb,And snare the pigeon hasting to its nestTo feed its young, and hunt the flying deer,And find a pleasure in the pain he gives. She tells the sweetly modulated taleTo her young brother, and devoutly cheersAt early morning, seated on his knee,Her hoary grandsire from the Book of God,Who meekly happy in his fourscore years,Heeds not the dimness gathering oer his sight,But with a saintly kindness bows him downTo drink from her young lip the lore he loves. Fond, gentle child, who like a flower that hastesTo burst its sheath, hath come so quickly forth,A sweet companion, walking by my side.—In tender love, lift thy young heart to God —That whatsoeer doth please him in thy lifeHe may perfect, and by his Spirits powerRemove each germ of evil, that thy soul,When this brief discipline of time is oer,May rise to praise him with an angels song. 214 the girls reading-book. THE FIRESIDE. Say, what have you b
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