A BROTHER'S GIFT. TO A BELOVED SISTER ON HER J. A. W. My Sister! dark thy path has been, Bright is the scene before thee spread, Where none lament, or evil dread : Where death is not, nor trace of guilt; -And through the gathering mists of time, "Tis thine to see it tower sublime. On! on! rejoicingly, along The path of life, with grateful song! In anguish, feebleness, and fears, With Christ to reign for evermore. Then perish each repining thought! Rank, honour, wealth, may seek to gain Nov. 14, 1831. THE SPELLS OF HOME. MRS. HEMANS. By the soft green light in the woody glade, By the sleepy ripple of the stream, To the wind at morn at thy casement-eaves; By every sound of thy native shade, By the gathering round the winter hearth, In that ring of happy faces told; In the parting prayer and the kind "Good-night!" And bless that gift!—it hath gentle might, Yes! when the heart in its pride would stray Think thou again of the woody glade, And the sound by the rustling ivy made, Think of the trees at thy father's door, And the kindly spell shall have power once more! |