Watch for Thee. Mrs. E. B. Wilson. I WATCH for thee when parting day When his last blush upon the rose A richer tint of crimson throws, And every flow'ret's leaves are curl'd Like Beauty shrinking from the world; When silence reigns o'er lawn and lea, Then, dearest love, I watch for thee. I watch for thee when eve's first star I watch for thee when on the eyes With dreams that only childhood knows; Of pleasures past, or yet to be, Then, dearest love, I watch for thee. I watch for thee, hope of my heart, The Orphan Boy. Mrs. Opie. STAY lady, stay, for mercy's sake, Poor foolish child! how pleas'd was I The people's shouts were long and loud; My mother, shuddering, stopp'd her ears "Rejoice! rejoice!" still cried the crowd; My mother answered with her tears. 'Why are you crying thus,' said I, 'While others laugh and shout with joy ?' She kiss'd me- -and-with such a sigh! She called me her poor orphan boy. 'What is an orphan boy?' I cried, My mother through her tears replied And now they 've toll'd my mother's knell, Oh! were I by your bounty fed! Your happy, happy orphan boy. All's for the Best. Tupper. ALL's for the best! be sanguine and cheerful; All's for best, if man would but know it, All's for the best! set this on your standard, Who to-the-shores-of-despair may have wander'd, All's for the best! be a man, but confiding: All's for the best! then fling-away terrors: fears and your your foes in the van; Meet all And, in the midst of your dangers or errors, Trust like a child, while you strive like a man. All's for the best! Unbiass'd - unbounded, Providence reigns from-the-East to the West; And, by-both-wisdom-and-mercy surrounded, Hope, and be happy, that...All's for the best! G Stanza for Musiq. By the Rev. T. Dale. O BREATHE-no-more that simple air, Though soft and sweet thy wild notes swell; Is cold despair! I heard it once from lips as fair, I heard it in as-sweet a tone; Now I am left,-on-earth alone And she is...where ? How have those well-known sounds renew'd With fairy flowers! When all was bright and fond and fair; Can I then love the air she loved? Calm and unmoved? And thou to-blame-my-tears forbear, And she is...where ? |