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TO MY INFANT NEPHEW,
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On seeing him smile.
Smile on, sweet child! thy little heart,
Is far too young to know of care;
No earthly i'll can yet impart
Its bane, to mingle sadness there.
And oh! if might breathe for thee
A prayer to him who placed thee here
'Twere this-that thou should'st ever be
A stranger to affiiction's tear.
Iwould not ask for glittering aueahh,
Nor would wish for worldly famei
The one oft proves the bane of health,
The other, but an empty name.
would not wish to see thee shine,
And have the painful truth to know,
That Virtue, at .ambit,on's shrine,
Had paid for thy unmeaning show.
For oft on virtues injured wreck,
Ambitions ruthless fame is built;
And tho aueaHh may the body deck,
1t often lures the soul to guilt.
No, baby, no!-far from me


Shall ever be a prayer like this;-
Sweet boy! think too much of thee,
To ask for perishabie bliss.
For well know this fading earth,


With all its train Of honors fair;
Nor cen its gayest scenes of mirth,
Can check the canker-worm of care.
The brightest flowers that ever bloom'd,
Ofsweetest scent-of fairest form,--
Have more or less, dear child, been doom'd
To wither by some blighting storm.
Then be it mine to ask for thee


boon which earth can ne'er impart;
A rirtious mind,-a conscience free,-
pous and spotiess heart.


BRANDYWINE MINSTREL.