A bright face eager peers between
The lattice wreathed with flowering vines,
And with a half-impatient mien,
Has guessed the hours that intervene
Before some joy for which she pines.
The belle consults with Fahrenheit,
And lastly with her mirror true;
Then steps into the quiet street,
And gracefully her tiny feet
Present their owner to the view.
And ere the hour has passed away,
Full many a form of "fair and brave"—
Full many a knight, and lady gay,
In quest of pleasure or display,
Will stalk or trip along the pave.
FOUR.
School is closed, and shouts of laughter
Set the sleepy echoes ringing;
Girlish voices, coming after,
Mix with sweet and childish singing.
Happy hearts! how simple blessings
Make of joy a flowing measure!
By and by, more dear possessings
Scarce will be to you a pleasure.
By and by, Time's envious finger
Slyly tilts your cup of gladness!
Ah, long may the sweetness linger,
Though ye lose youth's merry madness:
Laugh and shout—your cheerful voices
Many a weary ear rejoices!
FIVE.
Now the wealthy townsman, homeward hieing,
Clears the look of figures from his brow;
Walking with grand dignity, and trying
To affect an easy smile and bow—
