John Brett. Portrait of Christina Rossetti. 1857.
The Bijou

The Bijou;

or Annual of Literature and the Arts

compiled by William Fraser

London: William Pickering,


pp. pp. 1-3
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The Child and Flowers
By Mrs. Hemans
All good and guiltless thou art.
Some transient griefs will touch thy heart,
Griefs that along thy altered face
Will breathe a more subduing grace,
Than even those looks of joy that lie
On the soft cheek of infancy.
WILSON, To a Sleeping Child
HAST thou been in the woods with the honey-bee? 1
Hast thou been with the lamb in the pastures free? 2
With the hare through to copses and the dingles wild? 3
With the butterfly over the heath, fair child? 4
Yes: the light fall of thy bounding feet 5
Hath not startled the wren from her mossy seat; 6
Yet hast thou ranged the green forest-dells, 7
And brought back a treasure of buds and bells. 8

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Thou know'st not the sweetness, by antique song 9
Breathed o'er the names of that flowery throng; 10
The woodbine, the primrose, the violet dim, 11
The lily that gleams by the fountain's brim: 12
These are old words, that have made each grove 13
A dreary haunt for romance and love; 14
Each sunny bank, where faint odours lie 15
A place for the gushings of Poesy. 16

Thou know'st not the light wherewith fairy lore 17
Sprinkles the turf and the daisies o'er; 18
Enough for thee are the dews that sleep 19
Like hidden gems in the flower-urns deep; 20
Enough the rich crimson spots that dwell 21
Midst the gold of the cowslip's perfumed cell; 22
And the by the blossoming sweet-briars shed, 23
And the beauty that bows the wood-hyacinth's head. 24

Oh! Happy child in thy fawn-like glee! 25
What is remembrance or thought to thee? 26
Fill thy bright locks with those gifts of spring, 27
O'er thy green pathway their colours fling; 28
Bind them in chaplet and wild festoon— 29
What if to droop and to perish soon? 30
Nature hath mines of such wealth—and thou 31
Never wilt prize its delights as now! 32

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For a day is coming to quell the tone 33
That rings in thy laughter, thou joyous one! 34
And to dim thy brow with a touch of care. 35
Under the gloss of its clustering hair; 36
And to tame the flash of thy cloudless eyes 37
Into the stillness of autumn skies; 38
And to teach thee that grief hath her needful part, 39
Midst the hidden things of each human heart! 40

Yet shall we mourn, gentle child! for this? 41
Life hath enough of yet holier bliss! 42
Such be thy portion!—the bliss to look 43
With a reverent spirit, through nature's book; 44
By fount, by forest, by river's line, 45
To track the paths of a love divine; 46
To read its deep meanings—to see and hear 47
God in earth's garden—and not to fear. 48