THE SLEEPING CHILD WATCHED BY A DOG. "SWEET are thy slumbers, baby! Gentle gales Do lift the curtaining foliage o'er thy head, And nested birds sing lullaby; and flowers That form the living broidery of thy couch Shed fresh perfume. He, too, whose guardian eye Pondereth thy features with such true delight, And faithful semblance of parental care, Counting his master's darling as his own,Should aught upon thy helpless rest intrude, Would show a lion's wrath. And when she comes, Thy peasent-mother, from her weary toil, MRS. SIGOURNEY. MYSTERIES IN RELIGION. (TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.) As St. Augustine wander'd once What ne'er was understood before. That heaven would open to his view. While musing thus with mind elate, MYSTERIES IN RELIGION, "What art thou doing there, my child?" The sage enquired with aspect mild. 131 "What am I doing? canst not see? "Poor boy! such fond attempt is vain, Then smiled the boy, and archly cried, The sage stood silent, and revolved A worm its Maker fully know? 'Tis folly to expect a sight Of the Invisible below! Henceforth I will contented be S. H. DIRGE. OH! beautiful the streams, From its fairy banks is gone; Up among the mountains, By the silent springs and fountains Birds cheer our lonely groves With many a beauteous wing, When happy in their harmless loves, How tenderly they sing! DIRGE. O'er all the rest was heard One mild and mournful strain;— 133 But hush'd is the voice of that hymning bird; Bright through the yew-trees' gloom On the silence of her silvery plume, Round the beauty of that breast ;- In yonder forest wide, A flock of wild-deer lies; Beauty breathes o'er each tender side, Hath singled out the doe, In whose light the mountain-flock lay bright, Whose hue was like the snow! A thousand stars shine forth With pure and dewy ray, Till by night the mountains of our north Seem gladdening in the day! N |