The roses poured out their exquisite scent,

Birds gave us the sweetest music they had,

And the little grasses daintily bent

In the tender breeze, as if they were glad.

Are there not angels to guard us and keep?

Are spirits not round us hidden from sight?

Oh! angels and spirits were all asleep,

Or they must have warn'd me that fatal night.

I have wak'd with the thought of an absent friend

(And others I know who have done the same),

And have felt 'ere I see the daylight's end,

Her letter must come—and her letter came.

I have run indoors with the happy thought

That something pleasant was going to be,

And—coincidence strange!—my eye has caught

The sight of the thing it desired to see.

[pg 55]

I have felt a depression all the day,

A dullness for which I could not account,

And a flower has died—a dog run away—

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