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.