PIMPEENEL. 



All are closed : with instinct shrinking 

 rroni the murky humid air, — 



As it were some spirit sinking 

 'Neath the pending load of care. 



Thus e'en childhood's lightsome heart 

 Has a cross upon it laid, — 



Many a sorrow, many a smart. 

 Many a storm to make afraid. 



Tears, perchance, and grief bediroming 

 Lustre of those loving eyes 



Whence his joy is hourly springing, 

 "Wliile on mother's breast he lies : 



Or some cloud of shame and sin 

 Darkening its sunny heaven, 



TiU, by penitence within 

 And confession, 'tis forgiven. 



Rain and sunshine, smiles and tears, — 

 All on earth one portion have j 



Joy and sorrow, hopes and fears. 

 From the cradle to the grave. 



