Primroses, the Spring may love them— Summer knows but little of them: Violets, a barren kind, Withered on the ground must lie; Daisies leave no fruit behind When the pretty flowerets die; God has given a kindlier power And for that promise spare the flower! IV. CHARACTERISTICS OF A CHILD THREE YEARS OLD. LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild; To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes ; Not less if unattended and alone Than when both young and old sit gathered round And take delight in its activity, Even so this happy Creature of herself Is all-sufficient; solitude to her Is blithe society, who fills the air With gladness and involuntary songs. Light are her sallies as the tripping Fawn's Forth-startled from the fern where she lay couched ; Unthought-of, unexpected, as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers; Or from before it chasing wantonly The many-coloured images impressed V. ADDRESS TO A CHILD, DURING A BOISTEROUS WINTER EVENING. By a female Friend of the Author. WHAT way does the wind come? What way does he go? Through wood, and through vale; and o'er rocky height, As, if you look up, you plainly may see; He will suddenly stop in a cunning nook, Round as a pillow, and whiter than milk, Then whistle as shrill as the buzzard cock; Nothing but silence and empty space; Save, in a corner, a heap of dry leaves, That he's left, for a bed, to beggars or thieves! As soon as 'tis daylight, to-morrow, with me You shall go to the orchard, and then you will see Hark! over the roof he makes a pause, But let him range round; he does us no harm, We build up the fire, we're snug and warm; |