The earliest, whitest, blessedest times did draw Friendship's an abstract of this noble flame, As strong as passion is, though not so gross: And is an heaven in epitome. Thick waters shew no images of things; Friends are each other's mirrors, and should be Clearer than crystal or the mountain-springs, And free from clouds, design, or flattery.For vulgar souls no part of Friendship share; Poets and friends are born to what they are. MRS KATHERINE PHILIPS, 1631-1664. TO MY WIFE, WITH THE PRESENT OF A RING ON OUR WEDDING-DAY. THEE, Mary, with this ring I wed,— So, sixteen years ago I said. Behold another ring-for what? To wed thee o'er again-why not? With that first ring I married youth, Here, then, to-day (with faith as sure, A FATHER TO HIS MOTHERLESS CHILDREN. COME, gather closer to my side, And I will tell of him who brought You're weary, precious ones, your eyes 'Tis time to sing your evening hymn, My youngest infant dove ! Come, press your velvet cheek to mine, And learn the lay of love; My sheltering arms can clasp you all, Cling as you used to cling to her Who sings the angel's song. Begin, sweet birds, the accustom'd strain; You're sobbing in my ear. Good-night-go say the prayer she taught The lips that used to bless you there A father's hand your course may guide His care protect those shrinking plants But who, upon your infant hearts, Who touch the strings that rule the soul? -American. MRS L. H. SIGOURNEY, 1791 CASA WAPPY. [Casa Wappy was the self-conferred pet name of an infant son of the poet, snatched away after a very brief illness.] AND hast thou sought thy heavenly home, The realms where sorrow dare not come, Pure at thy death as at thy birth, Thy spirit caught no taint from earth; Despair was in our last farewell, Tears of our anguish may not tell When thou didst die; Words may not paint our grief for thee, Sighs are but bubbles on the sea Of our unfathom'd agony, Casa Wappy! Thou wert a vision of delight To bless us given; Beauty embodied to our sight, A type of heaven: |