Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep Me while I sleep. Low is my porch, as is my fate, Both void of state; And yet the threshold of my Is worn by the poor, door Who hither come, and freely get Like as my parlour, so my hall, A little buttery, and therein A little bin, Which keeps my little loaf of bread Some brittle sticks of thorn or brier, Close by whose living coal I sit, Lord, I confess too, when I dine, And all those other bits that be There placed by Thee. The worts, the purslain, and the mess Which of thy kindness thou hast sent: Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet. 'Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink, Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand That sows my land: All this, and better, dost thou send That I should render for my part, Which fired with incense, I resign But the acceptance that must be, -ROBERT HERRICK. THE YOUNG MOURNER. BY MARY HOWITT. LEAVING her sports, in pensive tone I can remember she was fair; And how she kindly looked and smiled, When she would fondly stroke my hair, And call me her beloved child. Before my mother went away, You never sighed as now you do; You used to join us at our play, And be our merriest playmate too. Father, I can remember when I first observed her sunken eye, And the next morn they did not speak, They bade us kiss her icy cheek, Oh then I thought how she was kind, I thought there ne'er was such another. Poor little Charles and I!-that day I wish my mother had not died, We never have been glad since then; They say, and is it true," she cried, "That she can never come again?" The father checked his tears, and thus Remember your dear mother still, And you shall see her face in Heaven!" THE VILLAGE PREACHER. NEAR yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place; By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour; His house was known to all the vagrant train, The long remembered beggar was his guest, Sat by the fire, and talked the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their wo; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave, ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; Beside the bed where parting life was laid, |