156 THE FKIENDS OF MAN.
" Come, both, and be my guide,
And gild the path of life ; " So he gave to each a brother's kiss, And laid him down, and his dream was bliss.
��The man came forth to run his race,
And ever when the morning light Rous'd him from the trance of night,
When singing from her nest, The lark went up with dewy breast, Hope by his pillow stood with angel grace; And, as a mother cheers her son, She girded his daily harness on.
And when the star of eve, from weary care,
Bade him to his home repair, When by the hearth-stone where his joys were born,
The cricket wound its tiny horn, Sober Memory spread her board
With knowledge richly stor'd, And supp'd with him, and like a guardian bless'd His nightly rest.
The old man sat in his elbow-chair, His locks were thin and grey, Memory, that faithful friend was there, And he in querulous tone did say,
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