THE BLIND. Blessings on the fishing boat, Yet with steady heart and hand Christ he loved the fishermen, How he blessed the fishing boats, Dark the night and wild the wave, 29 Mary Howitt. I AM BLIND. The woodland! O! how beautiful, I hear its wild rejoicing birds To see them leap from bough to bough I must but image it in mind, The trees are glorious green, you say— Say, canst thou answer me ? No! I may image them in mind, The songsters that so sweetly chant Until my heart with joy doth leap, How seem they to the light-bless'd eye? I must but image them in mind— A something warm comes o'er my hand; Sunlight come down among the trees Thou seest the sunlight and the sun, 'Tis well they are not known to me, But I may image them in mind My hand is resting on your cheek- That thou art good, I know. The changes of the earth and sky- 32 THE STREAMLET. O! I can feel the blessed sun, Nicol THE STREAMLET. I saw a little streamlet flow A thread of silver soft and slow, The valley smiled in living green; But not alone to plant and bird That little stream was known, DUTY AND RELIANCE. Its gentle murmur far was heard, It glided by the cotter's door, And would that I could thus be found, Like that pure stream, with tranquil Like it, still blessing, and still blest. 333 M. A. Stoddart. DUTY AND RELIANCE. Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's Thy God's and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Cromwell, Cromwell, |