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child. She soon played about in the house, and seemed to forget 

 that she had ever known what it was to see, beyond the brief mo- 

 ment she had been in the habit of looking at me. Whenever she 

 heard my voice, as I sometimes called when in the neighbourhood, 

 she came to my knee, and, turning up her face, said " I shall see you 

 to-morrow, Sir," the same smile mantling her cheeks as before. 



Like the little girl in Wordsworth's ballad, " We are seven !" who 

 persisted in her belief that although two were buried in the church- 

 yard, where '* their graves were green," that still they were seven : 



" How many are you then," said I, 



" If they two are in heaven 1" 

 The little maiden did reply, 



" O master, we are seven." 



" But they are dead those two are dead ! 



Their spirits are in heaven !" 

 'Twas throwing words away ; for still 

 The little maid would have her will, 



And said, " Nay, we are seven !" 



so it was with Lucy : no reasoning nor assertion could remove the 

 impression ; and her young and jocund voice rung in my ears long 

 after I left her, saying, " I shall see you to-morrow !" 



SPRING EMBLEMS. 



Sweet Time ! how like a blushing girl o'ershadowed by the wing 



Of new-born love, now hovering near her young heart's gushing spring ; 



A charmed, joyous life is hers and where her light feet tread, 



Bright flowers arise, while fragrant winds sweep gently round her head. 



Glad Spring ! how like a glowing bride, when first her treasured love 

 Begins to sun its radiant wings in open daylight move ; 

 What thousand budding joys are hers what thousand dreamy sighs! 

 Day shrouds her in his golden beams night, star-gemm'd, sweetly flies. 



Bright Spring! how like a singing mother upon whose half-clad breast 

 The first-born flower, the primrose child, its gentle head doth rest : 

 The world to her is Paradise blooming with rarest flowers ; 

 Life's sun shines brightly on her path, led by the rosy Hours,. 



