City  of  Churches,  home  of  wealth!

A  butcher  boy  may  cla'im.
That  hand  in  hand  with  rosy  health,

He  walked  unknown  of  fame,
Amonf;  thy  houses  hi^xh  and  j^rand.
With  basket  on  his  arm.
The  happiest  kin^  of  any  land.
Away  from  Nature's  charm.
He  saw  the  (Jreeleys,  lieechers  pass.
And  wondere<i  what  they  were.
But  yet  a  difference  from  the  mass,

His  very  blood  did  stir ;
And  then  a  somethin<;  slui])eless  then.
Seemed  far  across  the  years,
He  rose  from  marts  and  scenes  of  men,

And  bowed  in  nameless  tears.
The  little  butcher  boy.  1  trow.
Was  touched  by  saintly  hand.
And  all  his  future  like  a  bow

Was  spread  across  the  lan<l  I
The  basket  on  his  calloused  arm

Was  crowned  with  rarest  flowers;
His  blo<Hl  was  rushing  as  alarm

Is  sounded  from  the  towers.
A  >i:limpse  of  future  yet  unborn.
A  ray  from  falling;  time,
A  glimmer  from  a  lovelier  tlawn,

A  han>  in  perfect  chime  !


A  LITTLE  KDEN.  273

Aud  wlio  shall  say  from  Wisdom's  height^

The  future  is  not  won.
By  many  a  youth  in  darkest  night,

Kre  glows  the  crownin-^  sun  !


A  LITTLE  EDEN.
I.
See  this  little  Eden

With  a  vista  reachinfr  thro' ;
All  embowered  in  (lowers.
Just  a  place  for  me  and  you.
11.
Hero  we'll  wander  softly

Linkdd  {i^ently  hand  in  hand;
Like  a  ravished  jwot

With  his  lady  of  the  land.
III.
With  his  muse,  a  fairy,

In  a  rare*  and  fairy  scene ;
With  the  trees  above  us,

And  the  lovely  llowers  between.
IV.
Softly  thro'  the  vista
We  can  see  the  li^jhted  sky  ;

And  a  line  of  water
JiOokin<;  uj)  with  plassy  eye.
V.
