Biography And Poetical Remains of the Late Margaret Miller Davidson

e. Deep in the heart's recess it dwells; It lives with being's earliest dawn; With reason's light expands and swells, And dies with parting life alone. Mother! 'tis childhood's first essay, Breathed in its trembling tones of love; It lights the heart, through life's long way, And points to holier worlds above ! It is a name, whose mighty spell Can draw the chain'd affections forth, Ca rouse the feelings from their cell, And give each purer impulse birth. Then will I wake my sleeping muse, And strive to breathe my thoughts in song, Though sweetest strains must fail to speak The heart's affections, deep and strong. PRIDE AND MODESTY. Just where a wild and rapid stream Roll'd back its waves in seeming pride, Flowers of each softly varying hue Were sweetly blooming, side by side. Shaded by many a bending tree, Their glowing cups with dew-drops fill'd, Nature's fair daughters blushing stood, And all their fragrant sweets distill'd. Oh, 'twas a wild and lovely spot, Which well might seem a spirit's home ! A lone retreat, a noiseless grot, Where earth's rude blasts could never come. Within a broad and open glade, A tulip spread its gaudy hue, While, 'neath the myrtle's clustering shade, A sweetly-drooping lily grew. As the light zephyrs o'er them swept, And heighten'd many a rosy glow, A strange, deep murmur round them crept, Like distant music, wild and low. 'Twas the gay tulip...