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Article TO MY INFANT SON. Page 1 of 1 Article THE CHOICE. Page 1 of 2 →
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To My Infant Son.
TO MY INFANT SON .
HARK , to the cold night wind , That in distant howling dies ! It imports a world unkind , That chills men ' s charities : But a virtuous mind can best defy A heartless world , and a kindless sky . But a joyous and jocund day
, Shall the season ' s reign beguile ; And the world again be gay , And its varied g lories smile : So indestructible we find Thy worth—sweet purity of mind ! Be thine this GEM of life ,
Whatever else denied ; 'Twas ne ' er the spoil of strife'Twas ne ' er the boon of pride : 'Tis the solar orb of mental light : VICE is eternity of night . GERALD . St . Paul's Lodge , 51 .
Soho , Dec . 3 , 1838 .
The Choice.
THE CHOICE .
A MAIDEN roamed through the forest free : Her eyes were bright , her cheek was fair . And the clustering fruit on the hazel tree , Was the shade of her nut-brown hair . Old Winter he saw , and loved the maid , And straihtway a wooing he came ,
g The sly nymph laughed as onward she strayed , And scoffed at the old man ' s flame . Merrily thus she carelessly sung As she roamed through the woodland free , Age ne ' er should mate with the gay and young , So Winter , I'll ne ' er wed with thee .
Brown Autumn came in his lusty pride ; His form was straight as the stately tree : The maid he sought to win as his bride , And wooed her his fond mate to be .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
To My Infant Son.
TO MY INFANT SON .
HARK , to the cold night wind , That in distant howling dies ! It imports a world unkind , That chills men ' s charities : But a virtuous mind can best defy A heartless world , and a kindless sky . But a joyous and jocund day
, Shall the season ' s reign beguile ; And the world again be gay , And its varied g lories smile : So indestructible we find Thy worth—sweet purity of mind ! Be thine this GEM of life ,
Whatever else denied ; 'Twas ne ' er the spoil of strife'Twas ne ' er the boon of pride : 'Tis the solar orb of mental light : VICE is eternity of night . GERALD . St . Paul's Lodge , 51 .
Soho , Dec . 3 , 1838 .
The Choice.
THE CHOICE .
A MAIDEN roamed through the forest free : Her eyes were bright , her cheek was fair . And the clustering fruit on the hazel tree , Was the shade of her nut-brown hair . Old Winter he saw , and loved the maid , And straihtway a wooing he came ,
g The sly nymph laughed as onward she strayed , And scoffed at the old man ' s flame . Merrily thus she carelessly sung As she roamed through the woodland free , Age ne ' er should mate with the gay and young , So Winter , I'll ne ' er wed with thee .
Brown Autumn came in his lusty pride ; His form was straight as the stately tree : The maid he sought to win as his bride , And wooed her his fond mate to be .