Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: LINES ON SEEING A STRIKING PORTRAIT, BY VENABLE, OF A LITTLE GIRL, DAUGHTER OF T. MITCHELL, ESQ. RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED TO THE ARTIST. A beautiful child, in its innocent play, . Had wander'd the fields, from its home far away; And the butterflies hover'd around her for hours, Mistaking her cheek's rosy blushes for flowers; How light was her laugh, and her footsteps how free, As the mocking-birds echoed her wild chanting glee. No thought of the past, or a care for the morrow, Ere open'd, ill finger'd, the curtains of sorrow; The past was young rose-buds, all folded in love, For a future of roses?and, oh may they prove, As thine innocence paints them, in fancy's young morn, All dew-lipp'd and blushing, and free from ft thorn. How gayly she gathers the flowers for a bed, Or playfully weaves them in wreathes for her head; Or sits herself down by the brook in her play, And dabbles her foot as it ripples away. Trip home little Lu, you've been absent for hours, And the sun lays aslant on the grass and the flowers, And your Ma has been waiting and looks for you now, With a kiss on her lip for your beautiful brow; ." - And your Papa is scolding, and frets at your s, tay, For he never feels right when his Lu is away. ACROSTIC TO E. H. P. T. Each blest young joy affection's soul can feel,, Hourly be thine, life's truest warmest weal, Pour a rich tribute o'er thy future years, Taking from sorrow all its bitter tears, And strewing hope's spring, sweetest, fairest flowers, Like thornless rose-buds, over scented hours; Bright'ning thy prospect through the vale of fears, Over the hills of age, beyond long years, Till angels bear thee on the wings of Love, To that blest land that saints enjoy above. j j . TO MISS Thy smiles come li...