THE SUNSET. 'T was sunset, and a summer's night; The evening sky was gay and bright, Clouds of all forms and colors, were Sailing and shining through the air. And many a child's delighted eye Was fixed upon that evening sky, Wondering if angels bright and fair, Dwelt not amid the glories there. Helen and Kate were standing near A river's brink; the waters clear Were calm, and on its bosom, laid The sunset scene without a shade. Helen and Kate were wild with glee, These colors at their feet to see ; They gambolled round their charmed mother, To see these bright clouds rest unmoved A sight to be remembered ever. A bark was heard, and then a bound, He was a black and handsome creature, And seemed delighted with his play, Them gently darken with her shade ; DISOBEDIENCE. "Mother," said Henry one beautiful day, "Shall I go to the fields, and find a bouquet, Our pretty new vases to fill? "Yes," said his mother, "but Henry, my dear, The banks of the pond I would not go near, But go to the side of the hill." "Yet the flowers of which you are very fond, The brightest and sweetest, grow round the pond; Now pray, mother, do let me go." "I cannot, my child, it is dangerous there; Others there are in the field, quite as fair And now you have heard me say, no!" Away ran the boy with his dog by his side, And loved to take care of the child. |