LITTLE CHILDREN. CANDID and curious, how they seek And, ere the budding mind can speak, Confiding sweetness colors all they say, CHILDHOOD DEPARTED. AND yet, O where art thou, Where art thou hiding now? I have sought thee everywhere, When the shadow of Night's wings I listen to the far-off bell, O, childish hopes and childish fancies, I long for you in mournful trances, Have the stars forgot to shine, That they bring not their wonted lightness To this weary heart of mine? 'T is not the sun that shone on thee, Happy childhood! long ago, Not the same stars silently Looking on the same bright snow, O for the hopes and for the feelings, "EARTH's hopes will wither like earth's flowers, THE DESERTED GARDEN. I MIND me in the days departed, The trees were interwoven wild, And spread their boughs enough about Adventurous joy it was for me! I crept beneath the boughs, and found Old garden rose-trees hedged it in, — And gladdest hours for me did glide My childhood from my life is parted; Its fairy circle round: anew The garden is deserted! Another thrush may there rehearse Do sing a sadder verse! Ah me! ah me! when erst I lay In that child's nest so greenly wrought, I laughed to myself and thought I laughed still, and did not fear I knew the time would pass away, Dear God! how seldom, if at all, I looked up to pray! The time is past, and now that grows The cypress high among the trees, As well as the white rose. |