Republican Herald

POETRY.

From the N. Y. Standard,

"If in this world of breathing harm
There lurk one universal charm,
'Tis tho pure kiss of infant love.

I gaze on thee my own fair child,
(As you bound like a fawn in the grassy plain,
With thy graceful form and actions wild,
Stopping each moment to laugh again,
With a throbbing heart as away you rove,
And a heart so full of a mother's love.

Thy sunny smile and thy childish glee
Come o'er my soul like sweet minstrelsy,
And I fly from the world's delusive bliss
To lighten my heart with a sight like this;

Yes my sweet ones-thy faintest tone
Is a blessed pledge-I am not alone.

Can it be, that young heart should ever swell
Be dimmed by the world, and the wearied sigh
Must that fair young brow, and that beaming eye,
With the pangs that too oft in my bosom dwell?

And in secret droop o'er the ruined hope——
Fair child, must thou too with such sorrows cope?

Thou must sweet one-too well I know
That sorrow's the portion of all below.

But we'll heed it not, for too soon, alas!
Will thy joyous moments of pleasure pass.

Then come let us play in the sunny beam,
And not of the world of sorrow dream."

ELLA.