Dejected and sad, and a pris'ner at home, I 'woke the next day: what a cheerful surprise! Oh, how chang'd! what a scene met my wondering eyes! The snow was all gone, not an icicle seen; And what magic, what charm, could have scatter'd so soon, The darkness that hung over yesterday's noon? E'en the birds seem'd delighted, and perch'd on each spray, Were chanting their hymn to the God of the day 'Tis the birthday, I cried, tis the birthday of one, O'er whose features good humour has evermore shone; To whom bountiful nature has given a grace, That thrills through her frame and illumines her face. And could nature then smile on a season so fair; Could she sadden her looks, or assume a rough air: Ah no! she relax'd from her gloom for awhile, And bless'd the whole world once again with a smile. You have seen a cloud frown as it sweeps through the air ; And, anon, the sun's beams in their splendour appear; E'en thus, too, it is with the theme of my lay; Darkness self she converts to the brightness of day. And thus may it be as her life glides along: May she see Nature smile, and hear the bird's song: E Thus pass through the world, till she reach to that rest, Where cheerfulness reigns, in the realms of the bless'd. TO THE SAME ON HER WEDDING DAY. Dear girl, full well thou know'st the mind In early childhood's playful days, When ev'ry act was free from guile, I've watch'd thy little winning ways, I've joy'd to see thy parent's eye I've joy'd to see thy rip'ning years To learning and instruction bend; Pursue Religion's path, that steers But to a bless'd and happy end. Nor wonder that some anxious thought When well I know this hour is fraught No more in sportive giddy maze, Must frolic now the artless child; No more the girl must pass her days In merry game, and spirits wild. Duty now calls to other views, [bless'd. From childish trifles, romp, and play; Such as present far diff'rent hues, From those which ting'd thy earlier days. Those thoughts which once were free as air, And left thee to thyself alone, |