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Her simple heart could not but feel
The words we spoke were free from guile; She stooped, she blushed, she fixed her wheel, "Tis all in vain, — she can't but smile!
Just like sweet April's dawn appears
The pleasure that, despite her heart,
The white teeth struggling into sight,
The dimples eddying o'er her cheek,
The rosy cheek that won't be still ;0, who could blame what flatterers speak, Did smiles like this reward their skill?
For such another smile, I vow,
THREAD AND SONG.
SWEETER and sweeter,
Soft and low,
Neat little nymph,
Thy numbers flow,
Urging thy thimble,
Busy and nimble,
To and fro;
Thread and song,
Keeping them flying
Late and long,
Through the stitch linger,
Kissing thy finger,
Quick, - as it skips along.
Many an echo,
Soft and low,
Follows thy flying
Thee with their trilling,
Come and go;
Quick as thine,
Loving to linger
On the line,
Writes of another,
Dearer than brother:
Would that the name were mine!
This fall of water that doth make
I bless thee with a human heart:
With earnest feeling I shall pray
For never saw I mien or face
In which more plainly I could trace
Here scattered like a random seed,
What hand but would a garland cull
Now thanks to Heaven! that of its grace
Nor am I loath, though pleased at heart,
In a bower of gentle looks, Watering flowers, or reading books. And her voice, it murmurs lowly, As a silver stream may run, Which yet feels, you feel, the sun. And her smile, it seems half holy, As if drawn from, thoughts more far Than our common jestings are.
And if any poet knew her,
He would sing of her with falls
And if any painter drew her,
He would paint her unaware
And if reader read the poem,
He would whisper, "You have done a Consecrated little Una."
And a dreamer (did you show him That same picture) would exclaim, ""Tis my angel, with a name!"
And a stranger, when he sees her
In the street even, smileth stilly,
And all voices that address her
And all fancies yearn to cover
The hard earth whereon she passes,
And all hearts do pray, "God love her!".
ELIZABETH BARKETT BROWNING.
THE CHILDREN'S HOUR.
BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the children's hour.