O 254 I'M OLD TO-DAY. I'M OLD TO-DAY. An aged man, on reaching his seventieth birthday, like one surprised, paced his house, exclaiming "I am an old man! I am an old man!" I WAKE at last; I've dreamed too long. Strange that I never felt, before, That I had almost reached my goal. This house is mine, and those broad lands Yon brooklet, leaping o'er the sands, "I'm old to-day - I'm old to-day." 'Twixt yesterday's short hours and me But now 'tis meet I should be weaned From all my kind from kindred dear; From those deep skies that landscape gay From hopes and joys I've cherished here; "I'm old to-day -I'm old to-day." O man of years, while earth recedes, THE UNTHANKFUL. HOME! there's a sacred sweetness hid That is not by its utterance stirred. Y there are those who rudely turn Who spurn the joys that, pure and bright, Light up the old parental dome. They scorn the mother's holy love, "Tis sharper than the serpent's tooth," To see the proud, ungrateful child, Who in its earlier love and truth Upon its doting parents smiled, Turn scornfully to stranger hearts, Their worthless favor strive to win, And thrust aside the gentle love That hath a guardian angel been. Alas! that such should dare to speak wondrous thought Of pure emotion Of feelings not to be expressed, So deeply, so intensely wrought; I'd sooner trust an oyster's heart, I'd rather with a tiger roam, Than strive to move the soulless breast THE VOICE OF HER I LOVE. How sweet at the hour of silent eve And deeds by virtue crowned! But O, more soft, more sweet, to me CHARLIE MOSS. A LEAF FROM MY COUNTRY NOTE-BOOK. EVERY morning a little curly-haired, rosy-cheeked boy came whistling down the lane, preceded by a drove of the most beautiful cattle I ever beheld. I am not "passionately fond" of animals; indeed, I can hardly confess to the idiosyncrasy of petship; but I admire beauty, even if it chances to enshrine itself in just such a commonplace object as a farmer's cow; and these cows were positively worthy of admiration. They were fine, noble, well-proportioned animals; with such an expression of grave wisdom reposing in their huge, massive features, it struck me as bordering very closely upon intelligence. Then they trod the ground so calmly and independently, stopping here and there to crop a mouthful of dewy grass, as if fully conscious that the shining sleekness of their brightly-spotted coats was sufficient security against any undue proximity of a certain long beech rod, which seemed carried, like the clergyman's cane, rather for show than use. |