The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1858-11-29
Oh ildren.

titled "The Light on the HEARTH" are some very
beautiful ideas. We have not for long while met
anything more sweet than the piece of poetry We
copy below. 1t is suggested by the appearance of
Little Rose-the pet of the neighborbood, the
darling of the household-in the garden, playing
among the flowers. and with them decorating the
large Newfoundland dog, Domingo, who, taking
upon himself the Office OF guardian, watched her
every movement, aud seemed proud of her atten
lions. "All the elements in her little world"
says the novelist, "yielded and ministered to the
young life She was even made free of all the
sanctuares 10 the church yard-might pluck
blossoms from the fayorite shrubs-weave daisy
chains on the graves, OF strew butter cups on the
immaculate psths, without reproot' aud old WILL
(the grave digger would lean on his spade and
look at her, unless observed, when he would return
TO his misanthropy." This lovely phase OF life
shus inspires our author:
sh comes with fairy footsteps;
softly thtir echoes fali
And her shadow plays IKEA summer shade.
Across the garden wall 49,
The golden light is dancing bright,
Mid the mazes Of her hair.
A ID her fair young locks are waving heo
70 the wooing of the air.
Ii 20 sportful fawn she bouudeth
And IS wild young bird she carrolleth
The burden Of a song.
summer
Around her dancing feet.
And on her cheek the summer breeze
L. breathing sett and sweet.
The very sunbeam seems to linger
Above that holy head,
And the wid-flowers at her coming
Their richest fragrance thed.
And oh how lovely light AID fragrance
Mingle in the Life wiIhinl
Oh how fondiy do they nestle
Round the FOUL that knows no sin.
fhsoomes. the spiritct our Childhood
"A thing OF mortal birth,
Yet bearing still breath of heaven,
To redeem her from the earth.
ehe comes, in bright-robed innocence,
Unsoiled BY blot OF blight,
And passeth BY our way ward path,
CLEAN Of angel liz bit.
Obi blessed things are children,
rhe gifts Of heavenly love;
tn y stand betwixt our worldly hearts
And better things above.
They link us with the spirit-world
And Keep our hearts stu fresh and young
With the presence Of their youth.
Asa At companion to this gem Of lovely radi'
snce, We copy the following;
RUTH.
ByLA. HOLLAND, AUTHOR OF THs TIT CONE LETTERS
IKneeling aad rocking the cradle
What ID the little one thinking about,
Qnwritten histor,
Unfathomable my teryi
Yet Yet he Laughs and cries, and eats aud drinks.
- his head was as full OF kinks
And curious riddles as any sphinx
Wasped by collie aud wet By tears.
Punctured by pins and tortured by fears
Our little nephew will lose two years;
And he'll never know
here the summers 90
Heneed not laugh, for he'll fnd IL SO!
- Who can tell what baby thinksg
VINO can follow the gosssmer links
~ which the mannikin feels his way
Out from the shore of tho great unk nown.
0und, ana walitog, and alone.
Into the light of day p
Ont from the shore Of the unknown sea,
Toesina In pitiful agony
Ofths unknown sea that reels and rolls,
Spscksd with the barks OF little souls
barks that we're launched On the other si6e.
And clipped from Heaven on an ebbine tile
What dcea he think OF his mothers eyes
What does he think Of his mothers hair
What OF the cradle roof that flies
Forward and backward through the air.
What does he think Of his mothers breast;
Bare and beautiful, smooth and white.
CLIP Of his life and couch of his restY
What does he think when her quick embrace
Preases his hand and buries his face
Deep where the heartthrobs sink and swell
win tenderness she can never tell,
TnoyEh she murmur the words
of or Al Tie birds
nov no fhinks he'll go to sleep
Over bis eyes. In soft eclipse,
Over bis brow. and over his lips,
Out to his little finger tipe
Softly sinking. down lie goes,
Down hs goesi Down he goes!
ktan0 and carefully retYe0ti,o 10 h,y ssat
1se' AsM nushsd IN sweet reposel