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A CHILD'S DREAM.
BY BERNARD BARTON, Esq.
What know we of the glorious sights which bless an infant's dream?
Or, could we guess them, what more meet to be a poet's theme?
The hope that e'en a glimpse of such my numbers might make known,
To fond Imagination brings a day-dream of its own.
Or, could we guess them, what more meet to be a poet's theme?
The hope that e'en a glimpse of such my numbers might make known,
To fond Imagination brings a day-dream of its own.
'Tis of a child of five years old, upon whose peaceful sleep
Fair visions of another world with silent footsteps creep;
Soft as the dew on summer flowers, or moonlight on the sea,
The influence of that blissful dream to Fancy seems to be.
Fair visions of another world with silent footsteps creep;
Soft as the dew on summer flowers, or moonlight on the sea,
The influence of that blissful dream to Fancy seems to be.
The cheek, upon the pillow prest, wears joy's delightful tinge,
The eyes are clos'd, yet joy's bright tear steals through the eyelids' fringe;
The eyes are clos'd, yet joy's bright tear steals through the eyelids' fringe;