92 SELECT POETRY

For Goody, when this bread she gave,
Said father died beyond the sea.

«Then since no parent we have here,
We'll go and search for God around ,

- Lady, pray, can you tell us where
That God, our Father, may be found ?

« He lives in Heaven, mother said,
And Goody says that mother's there !

So, if she knows we want his aid,
I think perhaps she'll send him here.”

I clasped the prattlers to my breast,

And cried, “Come both and live with me;
T’ll clothe you, feed you, give you rest,

And will a second mother be.

‘And God shall be your Father still,
Twas he in mercy sent me here,
To teach you to obey his will,
Your steps to guide, your hearts to cheer.”

THE WINTER'S DAY.

Wuen raging storms deform the air,
And clouds of snow descend,

And o’er the landscape once so fair,
Stern winter's shadows blend ;

When biting frost rides on the wind,
Bleak from the north and east,

And wealth is at his ease reclined,
Prepared to laugh and feast ;