Who was her father? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas for the rarity Oh! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home, she had none. Sisterly, brotherly, Love by harsh evidence Even God's providence Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood with amazement Houseless by night. FAREWELL Life! My senses swim, And the world is growing dim: Thronging shadows crowd the light, Like the advent of the night; Colder, colder, colder still, Welcome Life! The Spirit strives! I smell the rose above the mould! Sarah Flower Adams. HOPE. THE world may change from old to new, Yet Hope and Heaven for ever true, Hope leads the child to plant the flower, The man to sow the seed; Nor leaves fulfilment to her hour, But prompts again to deed. And ere upon the old man's dust The grass is seen to wave, |