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Then, — thou in heaven and I on earth,
WIDOW AND THE FATHERLESS.
Well, thou art gone, and I am left:
Though I have seen thy form depart
Farewell on earth ; Heaven claim'd its own ;
Ha! those small voices silver-sweet! Fresh from the fields my babes appear ; They fill my arms, they clasp my feet ;
“Oh! could your father see us here !" THE DAISY IN INDIA.
Supposed to be addressed by the Reverend Dr. Carey, the
learned and illustrious Baptist Missionary at Serampore, to the first plant of this kind, which sprang up unexpectedly in his garden, out of some English earth, in which other seeds had been conveyed to him from this country. With great care and nursing, the Doctor has been enabled to perpetuate the Daisy in India, as an annual only, raised by seed preserved from season to season.
THRICE welcome, little English flower !
Thrice welcome, little English flower! Whose tribes, beneath our natal skies, Shut close their leaves while vapours lower ; But, when the sun's gay beams arise, With unabash'd but modest eyes, Follow his motion to the west, Nor cease to gaze till daylight dies, Then fold themselves to rest.
Thrice welcome, little English flower,
Thrice welcome, little English flower!