FORESIGHT, Or the Charge of a Child to his younger Companion. That is work which I am rueing- We must spare them-here are many: Small and low, though fair as any: Do not touch it! summers two I am older, Anne, than you. Pull the Primrose, Sister Anne! Pull as many as you can. Here are Daisies, take your fill; Pansies, and the Cuckow-flower : Make your bed, and make your bower; Primroses, the Spring may love them— Summer knows but little of them: Violets, do what they will, Wither'd on the ground must lie; Daisies will be daisies still; Daisies they must live and die: A COMPLAINT. There is a change-and I am poor; What happy moments did I count ! Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, A comfortless, and hidden WELL. A Well of love— it may be deep— What matter? if the Waters sleep -Such change, and at the very door Of my fond Heart, hath made me poor. I am not One who much or oft delight By my half-kitchen my half-parlour fire, |