TO MY MOTHER. 125 TO MY MOTHER. And canst thou, mother, for a moment think Or shun thee tottering on the grave's cold brink. KIRKE WHITE. 126 THE THREE FRIENDS. THE THREE FRIENDS. Three young girls in friendship met,- THE THREE FRIENDS. If the first excelled in feature, The other's grace and ease were greater; In their best gifts equalled both. Thus far, for a happy space, 127 CHARLES LAMB. 128 ABOU BEN ADHEM AND THE ANGEL. ABOU BEN ADHEM AND THE ANGEL. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made all of sweet accord Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." The angel wrote and vanished. The next night LEIGH HUNT. |