Daybreak.

We behold the bright joys of another day’s dawn, As time swiftly flies “like a bird on the wing;” Let’s improve every moment, now, ere it has gone, For no one can tell what the next one may bring.

Our hopes of the future we never may see; Our days that are past we can never redeem; But to-day every heart, love and joy may impart, Which surpasses the sun’s most radiant beam.

TO A BROWN THRUSH,

On finding its nest and young.

O little thrush, what gives thee such alarm? Pray fear thee not, nor think that I am come To injure or disturb thy happy home; Thy little ones so sweet I ne’er would harm. Thy love, like all true parents’ love, is strong-- At all times anxious for thy young so dear; But put away now ev’ry needless fear, And once again resume thy happy song. Sweet bird, I wish thee never-ceasing cheer! Who, with devoted love and tender care, Look’st on thy nestlings now so young and fair. May never cruel enemy come near, Led by blood-thirsty instincts, to destroy Thy little home--now filled with peace and joy.