And love's soft voice had waked the sacred blaze Of Hymen's altar; while, with him combined, His cherub train prepared the torch to raise:

Conceal'd beneath a mangled heap, His hurried search had miss'd: All glowing from his rosy sleep, His cherub boy he kiss'd!

But she who moved with elfin pace, And taught the infant throng to play, Raised to heaven her cherub face, While that bright celestial ray, Which halos the throne of glory round, Illumed her azure, orient eye, That seemed to penetrate the sky.

And then, perhaps, this cherub form, From sin so soon set free, May, with a daughter's greeting warm, Be first to welcome thee.

On the remaining three the subjects were strangely unusual,a palm and tent, with a patch of sky; a bird with outstretched wings, soaring upward with open beak, as if singing in its flight; a cherub head with a soft halo about it.

And gleams of light penetrated their mourning: they began to laugh when they saw those little cherubs laugh, and nothing could have been gayer than the sight of that mother-in-law and that daughter-in-law side by side, almost mingling, having but one cradle between them, amid an unceasing florescence of maternity.

"There I could not refrain from stopping a moment by the side of the sleeping babe, upon whose cherub-like face the light of the night lamp dimly shone.

And the first stains of sinfulness and sorrow Fell blight-like o'er their cherub lineaments Myself the causeAlbeit too proud for tears, Yet touch'd with their sad doom, I little thought I e'er should hate them thus.

from cherub-lips impart Thy balmy influence to my anguish'd heart; 325 Thou, whose soft voice calls forth the tender blooms, Whose pencil paints them, and whose breath perfumes; O chase the Fiend of Frost, with leaden mace Who seals in death-like sleep my hapless race; Melt his hard heart, release his iron hand, 330 And give my ivory petals to expand.

Delightful image of my much loved boy! Behold his eyes, his looks, his cherub smile!

"There were two cherub-things beside, A gracious girl, a glorious boy; Yet more to swell my fall-blown pride, To varnish higher my fading joy, Pleasures were ours without alloy, Nay, Paradise,till my frail Eve Our bliss was tempted to destroy Deceived, and fated to deceive.

God sends a cherub-angel bright, And Michael, Saint of Peril hight;

Take this specimen: There is a time when naught on earth Can re-awake the chords of mirth, When joy with all its cherub wiles Is powerless in creating smiles; The sun of happiness is set, And naught remains but deep regret, And inward pangs and throbs severe, And disappointment's bitter tear!