Dear Jesus, our guide, thou hast purchas’d this home, By thy blood-streaming side our redemption was won; Draw us by the cords, all bedew’d with thy love, Then safe we shall rest in thy bosom above. Home, home, sweet, sweet home. Our Father has told us, in accents of love, To look to the star that doth glitter above. No eye ever saw, and no heart can conceive, Of the glory unfolded to saints that believe. Home, home, sweet, sweet home. ON THE DEPARTURE OF MY GRANDSON. And is this little darling doomed to roam, And cross the treacherous ocean for a home? And must the cruel barque his cradle be? And must the billows waft him far from me? How oft, when grief has crowded round my heart, I have caressed him, to forget a part: How oft I’ve long’d his dear departed sire Could view these fleeting charms that I so much admire. I, in the infant, could the father see; Which binds the tie so doubly dear to me. Oh, thou auspicious Power! send thou thy aid-- Protect the worthy mother and the babe. Oh, thou bright orb of night! be thou their light, To guide the helmsman in his onward flight; Then may the father, with unsullied joy, Clasp in his arms his much loved wife and boy. [Illustration] ON A FROSTY MORNING. One frosty morn on window high, This beauteous leaf was traced By Nature’s art; her hand supplied The crystal square to grace. Angelic Nature, how divine Thy brilliant beauties be! No India pearl, though rare refined, Can vie, bright frost, with thee. AFTER A SNOW STORM. Oh, Abby, dear, have you the scene survey’d, And viewed this beauteous carpet Nature’s made? Not only in one spot its beauty’s shone, But every building wears a milk-white dome. How did you like the grand, majestic throng,[A] Waving their banners as they wade along? Their noble bells they called a grand review, To see this beauteous carpet cut in two. [Illustration] TO MY GRANDDAUGHTER. My dearest child, thy features oft I trace, And view the opening beauties of thy face; I see thy bosom, as the matchless dove, Impressed with virtue and the seat of love. Thy pleasing smile, more sweet than morning dew, Will gain the heart of him that’s formed for you; But if the youth should offer you his hand, Don’t be in haste, but let the bargain stand. Consult the friend who ever loves you best; For in her council you may safely rest. Oh, may your days be cast in Fortune’s bower, There safely dwell, and bless the tranquil hour. May Fortune smile, to grace thy peaceful lot, And strew thy path with sweet forget-me-not. TO ROSALIE. Sweet Rosalie, say, will you take This tiny gift for friendship’s sake? Yes: Friendship will forever shine, Upon a brow so fair as thine.