TO MY BROTHER'S CHILDREN. vii 



When morning dawns with radiant light, 

 Chasing the shadows of the night, 

 Waking to life each warbling bird, 

 Then let our cheerful hymns be heard; 

 When evening comes with soften'd beam, 

 Let praise be still our grateful theme. 



In yon bright world, th' angelic throng 

 Sing, day and night, their heavenly song ; 

 From earth let feebler notes arise, 

 To join the chorus of the skies. 



WYARDS, 

 November, 1831. 



