Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1842-06-11
CHILDREN

CHILDREN.
Bless them! We love To hear their sweet voice.
ringing eheerily and clear unje the open sky. We
love ia rse noisy games Of which they are fond
the mirihs that sIartlcs Echo from hes sleep
Aud slows the native gladness Of their heart
Here they are. harrhcadej. and some of them
horeiooiej, bnt health blooming upon their cheeks
ald rapture sparkling in their eyes. Look at this
''"e party gnmhollng ON the grcersNard. over
They go-hees over headi What care they fpr the
hard knocks they get IN falling And how delight
ed are ihey-whai a shout OF rrerriment Is sent up
when one ct their number rolls INTO the ditch -
Happy children, tumble on,-gambol whilst We may
The days are coming when You must toll nr the
poor prisnce that buys your daily bread; when the
cares oi liie VIII egh heavily your hearts, now
50 bounding and - elaledl Enjoy rho bsslul pres
eni, ihen' as much you cah-lhere Is not time 10
I be lost. Over ngainl
! Sec The young urchn with red checks and flaXen
cnrls,paddling IN the runne that bust'e along udcr
your hedgesdv. How he loves TO feel the cool
waller prancc over his toes, How eagerly he poun
ces upon The minnow that darts frnm beneath the
messy stone before him. cones fitting down the
sireaml How he logs the tall weed with his stick
and delights m making "a Idle Of the crystal brook
/ let
Observe that pretty black eyed girl in the blue
irock, with the oddling youngsier 10y her side She
- making g1-den IN the dust. with tvigs OF ire :
t'wers pluck Ell firm the hedge row; " hiie pebble.
And how pleased Is hulc Davie with the contri
varce! Noys he iecheS n sionJ and stops up gar
IN the border NOW a blade Of grass or an unmcan
straw, sticking II with the pruioundest Judgement
in the mIdd Of the miniature walk, or exactly IL
the place Where II should not be. With the
spirii OF mischief. he nuN over the labored
work. aud destroys their little Eden. lramplng un
der iut a. dpwr,ts and IT'S bowers.
And laughs 10 see the rum he has wrought
Sec. he Is now astIde the grazing as, supported
by his SIS How he kick, aud jumps, and openl
WIDE his eyes, and Incics himself going 20 market
/ Now he is unsuppored-hIs sister has Withdrawn
her arm. How grave, how molionlcss, HIS tins
faculties seem to be busIly questioning the danger
The ass lifts his leg-ADivIes courage fails hun
he makes a comical wry face and Bogus 20 whitnp
er-and Dlvic stretches out his little arm Tor help
what n delightful poem is that uf Mary Huwius or
lille children! Here ii is. Reader thou like our
self ion uf the pJlillIlg an engaging creatures
orwhich it speaks thou wilt love it, aud take it {,
1 thy heart forever.
Sporting through The forest WIDE
! Playing by the wafer side,
! Wandering Ger the healthy fells
! Down within the woodland dclls,
/ All among the m Iunia:ns wild,
Dwelielh many luIIe child!
| In the barnn's hall or pride,
BY the ponr mans dull frcside
MID Ihe mighty, mid the mean,
LIile children may be seen,
Like the flowers ih1t spiing up fair,
Bright aid co InIless everywhere.
In the fir isles Of the main.
In the deserts lone domain.
In The savage mountain glen,
| 'Nl,ng the tribes UfswarIhy men;
WhCresoc'r the sun hath shoue,
On league Of peOplcd ground,
| Lile children may he found!
! Blessings on ihemi-rhcv in me-
! Move a kindly sympathy,
! With their wishes, hopes and fears,
With their laughter aul their tears,
! With their wonder 30 intense,
/ And their small experience.
| Lulc children, not alone,
! o. this wide earth are YOU known
Mid ITS labor asa IT. cares.
Md Ils sutitr rug aud is sn1res;
Free from sOrmw. tree from strife,
ln tho world of love aud live,
Where ~ sinful Thing hath Irod,
Ia tue presence OF our GuD,
Sppicss. hlameless clarified.
L'Iie children ye abide.
We seldom behold children al their nav without
being carried back 10 the rvs of our childhood -
When oae OF thnsc "trse thing, and low e,
10 gamboI Oh the grcensward and gather huuetcup
ia The fields Many little gardcn h ave we mad,
IA me dusi loaded ourselves with many a buijcrll,
aud young bird in Ihusc eUrly days How light wa
our heart How blIthe our spirits. with scarce 1
| tint of care! With what speed and rapture ",
bounded 10 our merry play fellows How we sluu
ted. and ran. and ledpt 6r joy! Sweet days Of on
! childhood! How bright they were! Why passet
/ yc nwayi Why were yo so neeling and :,
Iransory3 In our depressed and sorrow iul moment
when care siis gloomily our brow when trouble
eRcomPass US aud a weight OF sadness lies at on
heart, we cast eye back the morning Of our li
aud from ITS unconded sunniness a cheerying n,
steals into our soul and dispes Tor lime al gloom
What would we give 10 be a child once more -
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