THE HUMAN ABSTRACT. PITY would be no more If we did not make somebody poor, And mutual fear brings Peace, He sits down with holy fears, Soon spreads the dismal shade And it bears the fruit of Deceit, Ruddy and sweet to eat, And the raven his nest has made In its thickest shade. The gods of the earth and sea Sought through nature to find this tree, A LITTLE BOY LOST. 'NOUGHT loves another as itself, And, Father, how can I love you 'Or any of my brothers more? 'I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.' And burned him in a holy place Where many had been burned before; The weeping parents wept in vain. Are such things done on Albion's shore? A LITTLE GIRL LOST. CHILDREN of the future Age, Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. In the age of gold, Free from winter's cold, Youth and maiden bright, To the holy light, Naked in the sunny beams delight. Once a youthful pair, Had just removed the curtains of the night. Then, in rising day, On the grass they play; Parents were afar, Strangers came not near, And the maiden soon forgot her fear. Tired with kisses sweet, They agree to meet When the silent sleep, Waves o'er heaven's deep And the weary tired wanderers weep. To her father white Came the maiden bright, But his loving look, Like the holy book, All her tender limbs with terror shook. Ona pale and weak, To thy father speak; Oh the trembling fear, Oh the dismal care That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair! A CRADLE SONG. SLEEP, sleep, beauty bright, Sweet babe, in thy face As thy softest limbs I feel, Oh the cunning wiles that creep |