Canada and Other Poems/Autographs
AUTOGRAPHS.
To a Little Girl.
E ach wish, my fairest child, I pen,
F or thee I write with earnest heart;
F or who shall say, that ere, again,
I shall behold thee; when we part
E 'en now the time is near, I start.
F or thee I write with earnest heart;
F or who shall say, that ere, again,
I shall behold thee; when we part
E 'en now the time is near, I start.
H ere are my wishes, then, sweet child,
A long life's pathway may thou go,
R ob'd white, as now, in virtue mild,
R etaining pure, thy virtue's snow.
I wish thee this, and wish thee more,—
S o long as thou on earth hath life,
O h ! may thy heart be never sore,
N or vex'd with anxious care or strife!
A long life's pathway may thou go,
R ob'd white, as now, in virtue mild,
R etaining pure, thy virtue's snow.
I wish thee this, and wish thee more,—
S o long as thou on earth hath life,
O h ! may thy heart be never sore,
N or vex'd with anxious care or strife!
To a Young Lady.
Short is the time, my friend, since I
First heard thy voice, first saw thy face,
And yet, the days in gliding by.
Have left within my mind a trace—
A friendly trace of thee and thine.
Which I am surie will long remain
Within my heart, to cheer and shine
With other joys, to lessen pain.
It is my hope, also, that thou
May, in thy heart, and on thy tongue,
Have thoughts and words for him, who now
Is yours so friendly, T. F. Young.
First heard thy voice, first saw thy face,
And yet, the days in gliding by.
Have left within my mind a trace—
A friendly trace of thee and thine.
Which I am surie will long remain
Within my heart, to cheer and shine
With other joys, to lessen pain.
It is my hope, also, that thou
May, in thy heart, and on thy tongue,
Have thoughts and words for him, who now
Is yours so friendly, T. F. Young.