THE LITTLE GIRL AND HER KITTEN.

Indeed ye are a happy pair, Thyself and darling treasure— With little heads unvexed by care, And hearts brim full of pleasure. Which spirit knows the least of grief, 'Tis very hard to say,— The kitten jumping at a leaf, Or she who joins the play. Ye both are frisking, giddy things— A play-ground earth before ye, Where hours pass by with silken wings, And fling no shadows o'er ye. I wish it thus might always be, My guileless little one:— It makes me sad to look on thee, And think what change may come. Then freely pour thy young heart out, And take thy fill of joy— I love to hear thy merry shout, And see thy blest employ.