The Kings and Queens of England with Other Poems | Page 5

for work had applied.
Youth passed into manhood, and with it there came
New duties to fill,
new plans to pursue;
But a fatal disease now seizes his frame,
And
with health is his strength fast leaving him too.
From his home in the country to the city he went,
Where kind
brothers procured him good medical aid;
But all was in vain--Death
commissioned was sent,
And soon his remains in the cold grave were
laid.
The broad waves of Atlantic lie rolling between
His brothers and
sisters and parents on earth;
And never by parents may those children
be seen,
Or the latter revisit the land of their birth.
But sooner or later they all must be borne
To that region of darkness
from whence none return;
Oh! then may they meet on Canaan's bright

shore,
An unbroken household to part nevermore.
Weston, Jan. 1852.
MY S.S. CLASS.
I now will endeavor, while fresh in my mind,
My Sabbath School
Class to portray;
The theme's furnished for me, I've only to find

Colors to blend, their forms to display.
And first on the canvass we'll Adeline place,
With her full and
expressive dark eye;
Decision of purpose is stamped on that face,

And good scholarship too we descry.
Next in order comes Alice, with bright sunny smile,
That does one's
heart good to behold;
May the sorrows of life ne'er that young spirit
blight,
Nor that heart be less cheerful when old.
But who's this that we see, with that mild pensive air,
And a look so
expressively kind?
It is Ann, gentle Ann, before whom we pass by,

We will add--'t would be useless in any to try
Disposition more
lovely to find.
The next is a bright noble face we espy,
'Tis a boy of ten years we
shall find;
There's a spice of the rogue in that merry young eye,

With good sense and good nature combined.
It's young master Alpheus--we never have found
One more punctual
at school hour than he;
He's now but a lad, yet who knows when a
man,
But a Judge in our land he may be.
Next comes little Moggy, our dear little Moggy,
But before she is
brought out to view,
We'll new colors select, add fresh tints to the
whole,
And spread all on our pallet anew.
And now she appears in her own proper size,
Her cheeks colored by

nature's warm glow;
With her full lustrous and speaking black eyes,

And rich ringlets that grace her young brow.
Walter's the last on the painting we see,
Little Walter, the youngest of
all;
Look! he's repeating his lesson just now,
Mark the expression
on that infant brow,
He's a wonder, for scholar so small.
But there's one in this grouping we look for in vain,
Whose image we
often recall;
How mournfully sweet is the sound of thy name,
Dear
Elbridge, the loved one of all.
Thou wert called in the freshness of morning away,
By him who all
things doeth well;
The rest for brief periods are suffered to stay,

How long, we may none of us tell.
May the Holy Book studied in this Sabbath School,
Be more precious
than silver or gold;
Be its doctrines received, and its precepts obeyed,

And rich treasures it still will unfold.
And when one by one we shall all pass away,
To me, oh! my Father,
be given
The joy that no heart upon earth can conceive,
To meet all
in the kingdom of Heaven.
Weston, Feb. 17, 1852.
FOR MY GRANDSONS, EDDY AND ALLY.
I here engage
Upon this page
A picture to portray,
Of two of an age
Yet neither a sage,
But right honest hearts have they.
Each loves to play
And have his
own way,
Yet I'm happy to say
They quarrel, if ever, but seldom.
Though competent quite
To
maintain their own right,
And even to fight,

Yet peace to their bosom is welcome.
Both go to school,
And learn
by rule
That in neither a dunce we may find;
Both read and spell
And like it
well;
Thus with pleasure is profit combined.
One's eyes are black,
The
other's blue;
They both have honest hearts and true,
And love each other dearly:

One's father, is brother
To the other one's mother,
So cousins german are they most clearly;
Each has a father,
And
each has a mother,
And both do dearly love him;
But neither a sister,
And neither a
brother,
To play_ with, or to _plague him.
And here I propose,
Ere I come
to a close,
A little advice to give;
To which if they heed,
They'll be better
indeed,
And happier as long as they live.
Be sure to mind
Your parents
kind,
And do nothing to vex or tease them;
But through each day
Heed
what they say,
And strive to obey and please them.
Take not in vain
God's holy
name,
Do not work,
Do not play
On God's holy day,
Nor from church stay away;
Always bear it in mind
To be gentle
and kind,
And friends you will find,
And hearts to you bind,
I am sure I may venture to say.
And when you're men,
Who sees

you then
I hope in you models will see,
Of good_ and _great,
In Church_
and _State,
Whose lips with your lives agree.
Weston, Feb. 1852.
FOR MY