Poems.
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For He who guides and governs all,
Hath thus ordained my fate;
Though passing clouds may dim my path,
In time they 'll dissipate.
Hath thus ordained my fate;
Though passing clouds may dim my path,
In time they 'll dissipate.
THE BOYS AND THEIR BOATS.
While walking in the fields one day,
I saw two little boys at play,
Near by a streamlet's brink;
A tiny boat each boy possessed,
And happiness so filled each breast,
I could but pause and think,
And wish that all their days could be
Like childhood's hours, pure and free.
I saw two little boys at play,
Near by a streamlet's brink;
A tiny boat each boy possessed,
And happiness so filled each breast,
I could but pause and think,
And wish that all their days could be
Like childhood's hours, pure and free.
And now they place each little boat
Upon the streamlet's breast to float,
Impelled by gentlest gales;
And watching every wave that flows,
And every trifling breeze that blows,
Filling their mimic sails.
In them I could most striking scan
The perfect miniature of man.
Upon the streamlet's breast to float,
Impelled by gentlest gales;
And watching every wave that flows,
And every trifling breeze that blows,
Filling their mimic sails.
In them I could most striking scan
The perfect miniature of man.
