In outward beauty undecayed,

Death o'er thy spirit cast no shade,
And, like the rainbow, thou didst fade,
Casa Wappy!

We mourn for thee when blind, blank night
The chamber fills;

We pine for thee when morn's first light
Reddens the hills;

The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea,
All, to the wall flower and wild pea,

It doth not own, whate'er may seem,
An inward birth;

We miss thy small step on the stair;
We miss thee at thine evening prayer!
All day we miss thee everywhere,

Casa Wappy!

Snows muffled earth when thou didst go,

In life's spring-bloom,

Down to the appointed house below,
The silent tomb.

But now the green leaves of the tree,
The cuckoo and the "busy bee,"

Return - but with them bring not thee,
Casa Wappy!

'Tis so; but can it be, (while flowers Revive again)

Man's doom, in death that we and ours
For aye remain ?

O! can it be that o'er the grave

The

grass renewed shall yearly wave, Yet God forget our child to save? Casa Wappy!

It cannot be; for were it so

Thus man could die,

Life were a mockery; Thought were wo, And Truth a lie;

Heaven were a coinage of the brain,

Religion frenzy, Virtue vain,

And all our hopes to meet again

Casa Wappy!

Then be to us, O dear, lost child!
With beam of love,

A star, death's uncongenial wild
Smiling above.

Soon, soon thy little feet have trod
The skyward path, the seraph's road,
That led thee back from man to God,
Casa Wappy!

Yes, 't is sweet balm to our despair,
Fond, fairest boy,

That heaven is God's, and thou art there,
With Him in joy;

There past are death and all its woes,
There beauty's stream forever flows,
And pleasure's day no sunset knows,
Casa Wappy!

Farewell, then

for awhile, farewell

Pride of my heart!

It cannot be that long we dwell,

Thus torn apart;

Time's shadows like the shuttle flee;

And, dark howe'er life's night may be,

Beyond the

How the world falls to pieces round about us, And leaves us in a ruin of our joy!

YOUNG.

TO MY CHILD.

COME back to me, my child! I call thee ever,
All the day long I listen for thy voice,
The ringing laugh that made my heart rejoice;
I miss it 'midst life's languishment and fever!
For thy blue eyes of love and light I pine,
Thy twining arms -thy frequent soft caress:
Like balmiest summer, stole thy lips to mine.
Oh! at still eve, my heart how didst thou
bless!

Come back, my child! I wander hopeless-hearted Where'er thy little feet have dancing stray'd; Sad is the home whence thy sweet face hath parted

Silent the nursery where thou'st prattling

played!

Earth wears for me but one unvarying gloom, O'ershadowed by the thought that thou art in the tomb!

Come back to me, my child! though but in dreams

Thine angel-image let me clasp once more! If, haply, o'er my couch still slumber gleams, The night-time may thy rosy lips restore,

Thy downy cheek laid lovingly to mine,Thy sweet "my mother," in thy dreaming sleep

While thy small arms around me closer twine. My idol-boy! I wake to weep,

Never again on earth shall I behold thee!

Thou'st left my side, and gone to other rest! My child! I know the Saviour's arms enfold thee,

I know thou leanest on his pitying breast, A blessed lot! My child! O, ask for me, That where thy home is, mine ere long may be !

MRS. E. J. EAMES.

BEYOND THE RIVER.

THERE are our loved ones in their rest;

They've crossed Time's river

now no more

They heed the bubbles on its breast,
Nor feel the storms that sweep its shore
But there pure love can live, can last -
They look for us their home to share:
When we in turn away have passed,
What joyful greetings wait us there,
Beyond the river.

WHEN the wind blows, the blossoms fall;
But a good God reigns over all!