Shadow delicate fell fast From him upon a sister child, VII. When the jubilant hymnals roam, Arrowy song-flight from the fount IV.-" THAT THEY ALL MAY BE ONE." THENE'ER there comes a little child, WH My darling comes with him ; Whene'er I hear a birdie wild Who sings his merry whim, If a low strain of music sails Softly wakes within my heart; He lays his head upon my breast, In all that's pure and fair and good, Feel them blend, Although I fail to comprehend. And if one woundeth with harsh word, And mine, to whom He gave the fire. Who may dream of all the music Only a lover hears, Hearkening to hearts triumphant Bearing down the years? Ah! may eternal anthems dwindle To a low sound of tears? Room in all the ages And now a few poor moments, May be proven all too ample Seed that promised blossom, I well believe the fault lay But I feel the shadow closing An hour may yet be yielded us, Or a very little more— Then a few tears, and silence For evermore! II.-EARLY LOVE UR early love was only dream! Hallowed in a faint far gleam, Where the fairest flowers have birth, Let it rest! no stain e'er trouble Magic murmur, limpid bubble! There two spirits in the calm Of moonlight memory may go, When life traileth wounded, slow Early love, fair fount of waters, Ever by enchantment flowing, Where two snakes, her innocent daughters, Were wont to swim among the blowing, Never Fear found out the place, No weariness of life made wise, Nor ardour paling in the blood! Still asleep, we drift asunder, Who met and loved but in a dream; Nor kissing closely, woke to wonder Why we are not what we seem ! Fairy bloom dies when we press Wings young zephyr may caress. Fare you well! more might have been ! A moment only I may lean On your bosom, ere you flee, Ere the weary sultry day Hide my morning and my May! Yet a fairy fountain glistens Under soft moon-lighted leaves, |