Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, "Oh, my children! do they cry, Pitying, I dropped a tear : "I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetle's hum; Little wanderer, hie thee home! " ON ANOTHER'S SORROW. AN I see another's woe, CAN nd not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? And can He who smiles on all And not sit beside the nest, And not sit the cradle near, And not sit both night and day, He doth give His joy to all: He doth feel the sorrow too. Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, And thy Maker is not by: Think not thou canst weep a tear, And thy Maker is not near. Oh, He gives to us His joy, THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD. YOUTH of delight! come hither YOUTH And see the opening morn, Image of Truth new-born. Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason, Dark disputes and artful teazing. Tangled roots perplex her ways; They stumble all night over bones of the dead; And wish to lead others, when they should be led. |