[This gem is from a volume of Songs and other small Poems, by Barry
Cornwall. It is one of the prettiest poetical _bijoux_ of the season, and
shall receive more attention in our next.]

PETITION TO TIME.


Touch us gently, Time!
Let us glide adown thy stream
Gently,--as we sometimes glide
Through a quiet dream!
Humble voyagers are We,
Husband, wife, and children three--
(One is lost,--an angel, fled
To the azure overhead!)

Touch us gently, Time!
We've not proud nor soaring wings:
_Our_ ambition, _our_ content
Lies in simple things.
Humble voyagers are We,
O'er Life's dim unsounded sea,
Seeking only some calm clime:--
Touch us _gently_, gentle Time!

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