110 LOOK UP TO ME AGAIN. 



Let us suppose an elegant mansion transferred by 

 circumstances from its original tasteful possessor to 

 a vulgar and ignorant self-styled " utilitarian." 

 Behold him bricking up the portico to form a counting 

 house ; partitioning off the picture gallery into com- 

 partments for his different stores ; attaching, to your 

 pure Italian front, a wing of Carpenter's " gothic ; " 

 rfe-taching your ballustrade to make way for his 

 garret windows ; covering part of your enriched 

 frieze with a board announcing the firm of " Grub- 

 bins, Getall and Co." — No ! rather than this, let 

 " castles topple on their warder's heads — and pala- 

 ces and pyramids slope their heads to their founda- 

 tions ! " Save me from this, beseech ye, Fates ! 



LOOK UP TO ME AGAIN. 



look up to me again with that s^veet smile. 

 Let me still gaze into thine infant eyes 

 And shroud the weary present with the past; 

 Dreaming myself a child. Thy glance of love. 

 Pure, artless, holy, all-confiding love, 

 Is lighted with a sacred ray from Heaven 

 Shining in kindness on its fairest work. 

 Unstained by sin — untouched by sorrow's shade. 



Look up to me again with t!)at sweet smile ; 

 It has a spell to charm away sad thoughts 

 And shed a quiet o'er the troubled breast. 

 — A single star-beam, in the lonely night, 

 Gleaming from one blue spot of cloudless sky 

 May tranquillize, with mild and silver light. 

 Something on earth unsoothed by downy sleep 

 And heard, amid the darkness, by its sigh. 



Look up to me again with tliat sweet smile, 



That I may live on it a little more ; 



And fix its image deep in Memory's mine, 



Where sometimes I can dwell on it in thought. 



And when a cloud of melancholy lowers 



Or secret care exerts a gloomy power, 



Thy small, sweet voice shall steal into my heart — 



I '11 look on thee again and watch thy smile. 



Franz. 



