Mr and Mrs Woodbridge Author:Leslie Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TO A WITHERED ROSE. Nature's warm spirit's! from thee fled, As now thon hangst upon thy stem All sapless, withered, wan and dead, Yet fragrant still, swee... more »t gem! So is it with the pnre in life ; When, from this earth, they pass away; Their deeds, with virtue's sweets are rife, They live beyond decay. B. B. A SISTER'S LOVE. Bind on your heart this jewel rare, Oh, ye to whom this prize is given ! Nor let rude hands your treasure tear, But hold it as the gift of heaven ! Till death ita shining worth improve, And angel's crown a sister's love. MY SISTER'S CHILD. .BY MRS. ANNAN, LATE MISS A. M. F. IH'CIIANAN. It had my sister's gentle eyes, Her soft and shining hair; Her cheek, in form and changeful dyes, And placid brow are there. My darling! when with merry laugh I echo back thine own, Tis oft that I forget me, half, What cares my way have strown ; The partner of my being's spring, Herself, while seemest thou, I scarce can feel the world-worn thing That acts thy mother now. Yet while by yonder turf-bank low Thou hid'st in feigning sleep, Thine eyes, a glance may hardly know From violets, when they peep ; While o'er the runlet thou dost lean And from its eddies dip The foam, in cups of oak leaves green, To wet thy smiling lip ; K2 Though bounds my heart to meet thy play, 'Tis sometimes chilled with fear ; — Thus rang her voice but yesterday — How long shall thine be here ? " My sister's child!" — how well that sound Recalls the happy hour, When, looking innocent and fond As thou upon yon flower, A mother's title sweet she heard And on the accents hung, While first thou marred the tender word With thy unpractis'c! tongue : How proud ' spoke ! your beauty rare To me was triump...« less