Thine, my dear girl, no longer are; The graver duties of a wife Must now succeed thy gayer hours; Though sunshine cheer thy gen'ral life, Thou'lt find a day or two with show'rs. Perhaps at distant date, another, Still fonder era may appear, When duties that attend the mother When with a parent's heartfelt joy Thou bear'st thy babe upon thy arm, The smile that beams upon thy boy Will fly at thoughts that bode his harm. Perhaps but no; that cannot be; Yet still the thought will cross my mind: Perhaps (I'll whisper it), even he, Thy "all the world," may prove unkind. Perish the thought! nor lend thine ear To one on whom the world has frown'd; Nor suffer his suspicious fear, To raise a doubt thy peace to wound. Thy goodness would the savage tame; Then fear not him who boasts the name But still, thou may'st not entertain That mar the good they would entail. Think not that nought but smiles, fond child, Will play upon his curling lip; Nor frame ideas, passing wild, Nothing but nectar there to sip. Think not that frowns will ne'er o'erspread The brow that beams on thee so fairly; Banish such fondness from thy head, In commerce with life's busy scenes, A thousand crosses may arise; Some disappointments intervene To cloud the bliss before his eyes. Some villain may his trust abuse, The credit of his hapless friend. Believe me, scenes like these are rife, Whatever tract or path of life, We hold the tenor of our way. Expect not then to see the beams Of pleasure brighten in his eyes; Such joyous looks and sparkling gleams Must yield to frowns, his heart to sighs. If through this world's uncertain way, Such hours as these should ever come; The smile, the gentle smile assay, That should adorn "the wife at home." The graces of the softer sex Were by indulgent Nature giv'n, To soothe mankind when storms perplex, And make his earth to taste of heav'n. When all things fail, still there are pow'rs, Charms cent'red solely in a wife, To cheer our melancholy hours, And smooth the roughest path of life. Then use those pow'rs, thy utmost sum; And teach him when he seeks his home, He'll find that home his happiest place. ON A PARENT PRESENTING HIS PORTRAIT TO HIS TWO SONS. Accept, dear boys, belov'd and only boys, The gaze of fops and folly's paltry brood; |