To One Of The Authors Children

On His Birthday, 27 August, 1825.

OU wak'st from happy sleep to play  With bounding heart, my boy!

Before thee lies a long bright day  Of summer and of joy.

Thou hast no heavy thought or dream  To cloud thy fearless eye;?

Long be it thus?life's early stream  Should still reflect the sky.

Yet ere the cares of life lie dim  On thy young spirit's wings,

Now in thy morn forget not Him  From whom each pure thought springs!

So in the onward vale of tears,  Where'er thy path may be,

When strength hath bowed to evil years?  He will remember thee.