WHEN I WAS LITTLE.

"Der var en Tid, dajeg var meget Hlle."

TRANSLATED, IN TOR poasrom QUARTERLY REVIEW, PRODS VIZ DANISH OP JENS BAUGESEN.

There was a time when I was very tiny, My dwarfish form had scarce an ell's length won; Oft when I think thereon, fall tear-drops briny, And yet I think full many a time thereon. Then I upon my mother's bosom toy'd me,

Or rode delighted on my father's knee ;

And sorrow, fear, and gloom no more annoy'd me,

Than ancient Greek, or modern minstrelsy.

If smaller, then, the world to me was seeming, Alas ! much better was it in mine eyes ;

For I beheld the stars like sparklets gleaming, And wish'd for wings to make them all my prize.

When I behind the hill the moon saw gliding, Oft thought I (earth had then no mystery), That I could learn, and bring my mother tiding,

How large, how round, and what that moon might be

Wond'ring I trac'd God's flaming sun careering,

Towards the West, unto the ocean bed; And yet again at morn in east appearing, And dying the whole Orient scarlet red.

And then I thought on Him, the great, the gracious, Who me created, and that beacon bright,

And those pearl-rows which all heaven's arches spacious, From pole to pole, illuminate at night.

My youthful lip would pray in deep devotion, The prayer my blessed mother taught to me;

Thy wisdom, God ! thy mercy shall th' emotion Of worship wake, and wake unceasingly.

Then pray'd I for my father, for my mother, My sister too, and all the family;

For unknown things, and for our wretched brother, The cripple who went sighing, staggering by.

They slid away—my childhood's days of pleasure I

Away with them my joy and quiet slid ;

Remembrance but remains, and of that treasure, That I should be bereav'd, 0 God ! forbid !