And gladdest hours for me did glide

    In silence at tree wall:

    A thrush made gladness musical

    Upon ther side.

    Nor he nor I did eer incline

    to peck or pluck te;

    roses might

    Lead lives as glad as mine?

    to make my -e,

    I brouger from the spring

    Praised in its own low murmuring,

    And cresses glossy .

    And so, I t, my likeness grew

    (it tale)

    to quot;Gentle  of t;

    And Angelina too.

    For oft I read hin my nook

    Sucrel stories; till the breeze

    Made sounds poetic in trees,

    And t the book.

    If I s te

    I

    trees, nor feel t c

    Delig.

    My ced,

    My footstep from the moss which drew

    Its fairy circle round: anew

    ted.

    Anothere rehearse

    test are;

    No more for me! myself afar

    Do sing a sadder verse.

    A I lay

    In t c so greenly ,

    I laugo myself and t

    quot;time ;

    And still I laug fear

    But t, w away

    time, some happier play

    My womanhood would cheer.

    I kneime would pass away,

    And yet, beside tree wall,

    Dear God,  all,

    Did I look up to pray!

    time is past; and no grows

    trees,

    And I bee sepulchres

    As e rose, --

    s are given,

    And I  to lift my face,

    Reminded  place

    the color draws from heaven, --

    It somethly pain,

    But more for heavenly promise free,