Thy lyre should sound thy Maker's praise And angels lend a raptured ear As the sweet numbers flow. Virtue and truth should hold their throne LINES, SUGGESTED TO THE AUTHOR UPON LEAVING HER HOME Oh! dear pleasant home, must I bid you adieu, Dear home of enjoyment, of suffering, of grief, stroyed, Where the cup of affliction I've drank long and deep, And happiness exquisite likewise enjoyed *Oh! there have I watched the young dawnings of genius, Their beams bright and dazzling, but transient as bright; They glanced o'er my path like a meteor at evening, And hastily set in the deep shades of night. * Alluding to my daughter L. M. D. But they left a reflection so bright and transcendent, Oh! dear to this heart is each fond recollection, TO MY DAUGHTER MRS. A. Ε. Τ. Oh, dear one! 'mid scenes of enjoyment and peace, But when pain and disease shall ruffle that brow, When anguish has faded that health-blooming cheek, When all the bright visions which play round thee now Shall have vanished in air-Oh! then, dearest one, speak, Oh! then think of her. Think of her who has watched, who has wept, who has prayed, That heaven would avert every sorrow from thee; That the mildew of sickness shall ne'er cast a shade Of gloom on that face so expressive of glee, Oh! then think of her. Think of her who with anguish has heard every sigh Which heaved thy young bosom in infancy bright ( Who has wiped, with affection, each tear from thine eye, And pressed thy soft form to her heart with delightThink, dear one, of her. Think then of the mother, the guardian, the friend, Oh! then think of her. THE LAMENT. And thou art gone! with the autumn leaf, Fond memory to my withered soul When, clasped within my feeble arms, The chastened ray which beamed within What high and holy thoughts then gave Thou art an angel now, my child, Thy pure and lofty spirit now The soft melodious anthem peals And there, with all its vast desires, CHRISTMAS HYMN. 'Twas midnight-and the moon's chaste beam Illumined Bethlehem's plain; It shed a soft but fitful light O'er nature's wide domain. Its quivering beams now softly stream Of the tall palms, which partly shade The thin white clouds majestic move The countless stars which deck'd the night, In regal splendour shone, Beneath a tall and shady palm The slumbering shepherds lay, Sudden, a peal of music burst When, bending from a fleecy cloud, "Fear not! behold, I tidings bring, "To you in Bethlehem-town, this day "The babe within a manger lies, The soft melodious anthem ceased, |