AFFECTION. BY THE HON. MRS. NORTON. SMILE on, young Mother! brightly smile, Smile on, and listen to the sweet Low voices in thine ear, And press the trembler to thy heart, The day may come, when dead alike To human joy or pain, Those crimson lips shall meet thy kiss, Yet not caress again : And thou shalt shroud the fairy limbs, So perfect in thine eye; And in the cold and quiet grave Thy little one shall lie. The day may come when shame shall creep That merry heart within, And thou perforce must share the shame, Who only wept the sin : G When scorned- and crushed-and left alone Without a name or home, The broken heart shall breathe a prayer The day may come -(oh! strange that such When cold in feeling, cold in speech, And they who nestled at thy breast, And laughed upon thy knee, Oh! therefore, gentle mother! pray, Of sorrow and despair. Pray, while their light feet dance around With an unwearied joy; Pray, while their careless hearts are full But of some favorite toy. |