TO AN ABSENT CHILD.
Where art thou, Bird of Song?—
Brightest one, and dearest!—
Other groves among,
Other nests thou cheerest,
Sweet thy warbling skill
To each ear that heard thee,
But 't was sweetest still
To the heart that rear'd thee.—
Lamb! where dost thou rest?—
On stranger-bosoms lying?—
Flowers thy path that drest
Now uncropp'd are dying,
Streams where thou didst roam
Murmur on without thee,
Lov'st thou still thy home?—
Can thy mother doubt thee?—
Seek thy Saviour's flock,
To his blest fold going,
Seek that smitten rock
Whence our peace is flowing;
Still should Love rejoice,
Whatsoe'er betide thee,
If that Shepherd's voice
Evermore would guide thee.
ON SEEING THE DEAF, DUMB AND BLIND GIRL
OF THE AMERICAN ASYLUM, HARTFORD, AT A FESTIVAL.
She sat beneath the verdant shade
Where young birds chirp'd in leafy cell,
Where wild flowers deck'd the mossy glade,
And tuneful waters murmuring fell,
