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338 FOREST MELODIES. |
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Throngs of spirits, clothed in beauty, Coining from the world of light J
Jesus, thou hast sent them hither To protect thy feeble one ;
They shall bear me up to heaven When my day of life is done.
WE RAMBLED THROUGH THE WOOD. We rambled through the gorgeous wood,
And spent some pleasant hours, Where Flora's hand, in joyous mood,
Had strewn our way with flowers.
A laughing boy was at our side,
A little, playful child; The gushing gladness of his heart
Was rapturously wild.
When yellow leaves were falling round, He paused with prattling song,
Then started with a lightsome bound And fairly danced along.
" How beautiful!" at length he said ;
" 0, that I were a man! I'd search the wildwood's deepest shade,
Its wildest beauties scan. '
" It must be joy all day to rove Mid beauties bright as these— |
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