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Joy And Grief.
JOY AND GRIEF .
AVHO can depict a mother ' s boundless joy , AVhen first she clasps her new-born , smiling boy ; The fond , mute eloquence of that caress ; The tearful eye , the look of tenderness ; The heartfelt gratitude to Him divine , AVho bliss from agony can thus untwine ?
. » » -s- * *> A father , at the couch is lowly kneeling , AVho felt her pain—is all her pleasure feeling .
The light of happiness is barely shed , Ere dark ' ning mists that happiness o ' erspread . The icy hand of sickness quickly press'd The infant pillowed on its mother ' s breast . The chilling contact froze life ' s quick'ning streams , To thaw anew beneath their author ' s beams . E . C .
Epigram.
EPIGRAM .
AVhen Syntax speaks , and , like a pedagogue , Poises his hand as if prepared to flog , I see , renewed , tlie curse of childhood ' s day , The vengeful power of pedantic sway ; And , as his gestures fiercer grow and faster , I thank the gods that he is not my master . J . LEE STEVENS .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Joy And Grief.
JOY AND GRIEF .
AVHO can depict a mother ' s boundless joy , AVhen first she clasps her new-born , smiling boy ; The fond , mute eloquence of that caress ; The tearful eye , the look of tenderness ; The heartfelt gratitude to Him divine , AVho bliss from agony can thus untwine ?
. » » -s- * *> A father , at the couch is lowly kneeling , AVho felt her pain—is all her pleasure feeling .
The light of happiness is barely shed , Ere dark ' ning mists that happiness o ' erspread . The icy hand of sickness quickly press'd The infant pillowed on its mother ' s breast . The chilling contact froze life ' s quick'ning streams , To thaw anew beneath their author ' s beams . E . C .
Epigram.
EPIGRAM .
AVhen Syntax speaks , and , like a pedagogue , Poises his hand as if prepared to flog , I see , renewed , tlie curse of childhood ' s day , The vengeful power of pedantic sway ; And , as his gestures fiercer grow and faster , I thank the gods that he is not my master . J . LEE STEVENS .