David Lester Richardson (1801–1865)

YE seem not, sweet ones, formed for human care;

Your dreams are tinged by heaven; your glad eyes meet

A charm in every scene; for all things greet

The dawn of life with hues divinely fair.

How brightly yet your laughing features wear

The bloom of early joy! Your bosoms beat

With no bewildering fear; your cup is sweet;

The manna of delight is melting there.

Twin buds of life and love! my hope and pride!

Fair priceless jewels of a father’s heart!

Stars of my home! No saddening shadows hide

Your beauty now. Your stainless years depart

Like glittering streams that softly murmur by,

Or white-winged birds that pierce the sunny sky.