a new-year wish.
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The yellow grain o'er slope and plain extended,
And cheerful labour was in joy begun,
With laugh and song the busy reaper bended
His sickle glancing to the early sun.
And cheerful labour was in joy begun,
With laugh and song the busy reaper bended
His sickle glancing to the early sun.
The morn its genial influence imparted,
And bade the soul's desponding shadows flee;
And, "Oh! forgive the weak, the thankless-hearted,"
I cried, in spirit of the bended knee.
"Who could life's picture, in its darkness viewing,
Divest it of its sunlight, flowers, and joy,
Kind Providence o'er all my path is strewing,
Imparting shade but where bliss needs alloy?"
And bade the soul's desponding shadows flee;
And, "Oh! forgive the weak, the thankless-hearted,"
I cried, in spirit of the bended knee.
"Who could life's picture, in its darkness viewing,
Divest it of its sunlight, flowers, and joy,
Kind Providence o'er all my path is strewing,
Imparting shade but where bliss needs alloy?"
A New-Pear Wish.
MOST WARMLY INSCRIBED TO R——— B———.
Child of the blue and sparkling eye, and love-inspiring mein,
Thou of the clear and stainless brow, where strays each azure vein,
Fair is thy pleasure-beaming face, thy tones are fraught with joy,
As new-born winds which greet young flowers 'neath spring time's azure sky;
Thou of the clear and stainless brow, where strays each azure vein,
Fair is thy pleasure-beaming face, thy tones are fraught with joy,
As new-born winds which greet young flowers 'neath spring time's azure sky;
