Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3697, 30 October 1880, Page 1

Select Poetry.

UNLIVED LtYEB.

Would we had not met,—we that mfgntijot ■ wed! '• "ll'"'; Time rulei all, and life, iadeed, it not The thing we planned it out ere nope wae , dead. . , Bat then, we women oannot oheose oar tot. '• ; Much mutt be borne which it U hud to bear i« Much givett away which it were tweet to ■ . kelp. {'• v « The deed which never hath beta, done, the tear • - > • < •■ . That nerer hath been wept,—who knows how deep. Thete lurk in unlived lives! OunelTee behind Ourselves we leave, and miv what moit we seek: In our own memoriw our graves we. find, And when we leaa upon our heart* they break.., My little bejrtwgtae, to babble mw ''" ', Upon my knee bis earliest infant prayer. * He hat hie father** eager «ye»,l know, ' And they aaj too his mother's tunny hair. But when he eleepe and smilMupon ay kietj / And I can feel hit light breath come and fty I think of one (God help and pity me!) ■ Who loTed me, and whom I loted, long ago. Who might have been—ah! what I dare not • ' thbk! , The thing which mutt be, mui't be for the beat. God help ua do our duty, and not shrink, And trust in heaven humbly for the rett. But blame us women not, if some appear Too cold at timea; and some too cay and | light , I The life unlived, the deed undone, the tear Unshed,-—not judging these, who oan judge right t Were we but judged by what we might have been And not by what we are, too apt to fall! My little child—he sleeps and smiles between These thoughts and me. In heaven we shall know all! ' • ■ Ownr Mafeßftrrfc.