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The Mother To Her Infant Boy.
THE MOTHER TO HER INFANT BOY .
May Heaven grant , my little Boy ! That thou may ' st never know The many weary rugged paths Thy Father hath to go . His pleasure is to make for thee A smooth and easy way ; His constant thoughts , my Boy , for thee ,
Are toiling night and clay . Then strive , my Child , with all thine heart , Thy Father ' s will to please , So shalt thou find thy after clays Will glide away with ease . GOB grant thee grace , my Boy , to learn That He alone can guide Thy feet in virtue ' s paths to tread , Should joy or grief betide . K EZIA BREWSTER .
The Cave Of Calypso.
THE CAVE OF CALYPSO .
( OIVYSS . B . STH . ) He spoke : obedient to the god Swift to the feet his sandals tying Ambrosial , bright , on which he rode Borne witli the blasts o ' er ocean flying Or endless earth , the herald then Took the wand that lulls a-sleeping
up Whene ' er he wills , or wakens men With this in hand , he downward sweeping . Lit on Pieria ' s top ; thence prone To the broad deep , over it spreading Like sea-mew ' mid the waters lone % Brushing the spray , on fishes feeding . Thus Hermes o ' er the wide waves flew ;
Till reached the far isle of the ocean He glided from the surface blue To the sloped shore with upward motion , When lo ! in view the vast cave where Dwelt the nymph with fair locks blooming . A blaze lit all within , the air Witli scent of cedar-wood perfuming
Ancl burning incense . Songs she sung Clear-voiced , —her golden shuttle plying . Sweet cypress , poplar , alder , Hung A thick shadow o ' er the cavern ; high in Its covert , birds sat harbouring—Owls , cormorants , ancl clivers dwelling On ocean with wide flapping wing .
And round the rocky sides hung swelling Clusters of grapes ' mid vine-leaves green-Four fresh founts nigh each other flowing In devious courses there were seen , Watering the violets round glowing Ancl parsley-sprinkled mead . A sight It was , so pleasing ancl amazing ,
A god might gaze on with delight , — And there stood Mercury so gazing . Prr . citnr . vox ,. . J D ° i
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Mother To Her Infant Boy.
THE MOTHER TO HER INFANT BOY .
May Heaven grant , my little Boy ! That thou may ' st never know The many weary rugged paths Thy Father hath to go . His pleasure is to make for thee A smooth and easy way ; His constant thoughts , my Boy , for thee ,
Are toiling night and clay . Then strive , my Child , with all thine heart , Thy Father ' s will to please , So shalt thou find thy after clays Will glide away with ease . GOB grant thee grace , my Boy , to learn That He alone can guide Thy feet in virtue ' s paths to tread , Should joy or grief betide . K EZIA BREWSTER .
The Cave Of Calypso.
THE CAVE OF CALYPSO .
( OIVYSS . B . STH . ) He spoke : obedient to the god Swift to the feet his sandals tying Ambrosial , bright , on which he rode Borne witli the blasts o ' er ocean flying Or endless earth , the herald then Took the wand that lulls a-sleeping
up Whene ' er he wills , or wakens men With this in hand , he downward sweeping . Lit on Pieria ' s top ; thence prone To the broad deep , over it spreading Like sea-mew ' mid the waters lone % Brushing the spray , on fishes feeding . Thus Hermes o ' er the wide waves flew ;
Till reached the far isle of the ocean He glided from the surface blue To the sloped shore with upward motion , When lo ! in view the vast cave where Dwelt the nymph with fair locks blooming . A blaze lit all within , the air Witli scent of cedar-wood perfuming
Ancl burning incense . Songs she sung Clear-voiced , —her golden shuttle plying . Sweet cypress , poplar , alder , Hung A thick shadow o ' er the cavern ; high in Its covert , birds sat harbouring—Owls , cormorants , ancl clivers dwelling On ocean with wide flapping wing .
And round the rocky sides hung swelling Clusters of grapes ' mid vine-leaves green-Four fresh founts nigh each other flowing In devious courses there were seen , Watering the violets round glowing Ancl parsley-sprinkled mead . A sight It was , so pleasing ancl amazing ,
A god might gaze on with delight , — And there stood Mercury so gazing . Prr . citnr . vox ,. . J D ° i