There is no carpet upon the floor; The wind whistles in through the cracks of the door : One might reckon her miseries now by the score ; But who feels an interest in one so poor? Yet she is our sister! Once she was blooming and young and fair, With bright blue eyes and auburn hair : And her poor face is marked with a grim despair,— When at early morning, to rest her head, Since youth and love and health are fled, – But the bright sun shines on her and me, Still she's our sister, always our sister! Household Words. NOT TO MYSELF ALONE. "Not to myself alone," The little opening flower, transported, cries, - With fragrant breath the breezes I perfume, The butterfly within my cup doth hide "Not to myself alone," The circling star, with honest pride, doth boast, "Not to myself alone I rise and set : I write upon night's coronal of jet His power and skill who formed our myriad host; A friendly beacon at heaven's open gate, I gem the sky, That man might ne'er forget, in every fate, "Not to myself alone," The heavy-laden bee doth murmuring hum, For man, for man, the luscious food I pile Content if I repay my ceaseless toil "Not to myself alone," The soaring bird, with lusty pinion, sings,— "Not to myself alone I raise my song: I cheer the drooping with my warbling tongue, I call the worldling from his dross to turn, "Not to myself alone!" O man! forget not thou — earth's honored priest, Live to thy neighbor, live unto thy God; Selected. |