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Poems.
Her blessing she gave me in saying "good night,"
With her little boy, knelt on the floor,
And with their hands clasped, ('t was a lovely sight,)
They poured forth a prayer, that poverty's blight
Might never darken my door.
With her little boy, knelt on the floor,
And with their hands clasped, ('t was a lovely sight,)
They poured forth a prayer, that poverty's blight
Might never darken my door.
The morning came in its joyous birth,
The storm had quite passed away,
All nature smiled in its silent mirth,
A cloudless sky encircled the earth,
To welcome the god of day.
The storm had quite passed away,
All nature smiled in its silent mirth,
A cloudless sky encircled the earth,
To welcome the god of day.
The mother and child, recruited with rest,
Prepared thenr walk to pursue;
Then, with a "farewell," their hands I pressed,
And prayed that the blessing of heaven might rest
On the grateful hearts of the two.
Prepared thenr walk to pursue;
Then, with a "farewell," their hands I pressed,
And prayed that the blessing of heaven might rest
On the grateful hearts of the two.
TO A MOSQUITO.
Away, away thou little sprite,
I 'm sure I never sought thee,
And cannot tell this lovely night,
What could have hither brought thee.
I 'm sure I never sought thee,
And cannot tell this lovely night,
What could have hither brought thee.
