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STATUES OF THE
CHERUB AND CHILD.
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WHITHER NOW, sweet spirit, say?
Gentle brother, onward yet;
October 2, 1833.
THE forms they love, let others deck
In robes of rich resplendent fold; Fling chains of pearl around the neck,
And tip the graceful ear with gold;
But she, whose presence cheers my life,
Than when the lovely trusting bride,-
Of what the husband feels for her.
I see her, on this joyful day,
The idol of her happy home,
Whose grateful inmates kneel and pray
That Heaven would bless for years to come, Long years of bright rejoicing life, — This honored mother, friend, and wife.
Wealth has no gifts for such a day;
* A little work on Domestic Education.
TO THE URSA MAJOR.
WITH what a stately and majestic step That glorious constellation of the north Treads its eternal circle! going forth Its princely way amongst the stars in slow And silent brightness. Mighty one, all hail! I joy to see thee on thy glowing path Walk, like some stout and girded giant Unwearied, resolute, whose toiling foot Disdains to loiter on its destined way. The other tribes forsake their midnight track, And rest their weary orbs beneath the wave; But thou dost never close thy burning eye, Nor stay thy steadfast step; but on, still on, While systems change, and suns retire, and worlds Slumber and wake, thy ceaseless march proceeds. The near horizon tempts to rest in vain. Thou, faithful sentinel, dost never quit Thy long-appointed watch; but, sleepless still, Dost guard the fixed light of the universe, And bid the North forever know its place.
Ages have witnessed thy devoted trust, Unchanged, unchanging. When the sons of God Sent forth that shout of joy which rang through heaven,
And echoed from the outer spheres that bound
Joined the high chorus; from thy radiant orbs
Of splendors that enrich his firmament.
As thou art now, so wast thou then the same.
Ages have rolled their course, and Time grown gray;
And yet again, the myriads that were born
The seas have changed their beds; the eternal hills
The toil, pride, strength of kingdoms, which had flung
I wonder as I gaze.