Ah! then these stars in mockery shine, It cannot be each hope and fear That lights the eye or clouds the brow, Proclaims there is a happier sphere Than this bleak world that holds us now! There is a voice which sorrow hears, When heaviest weighs life's galling chain; 'Tis heaven that whispers, "Dry thy tears: The pure in heart shall meet again!" DIRGE FOR A YOUNG GIRL. JAMES T. FIELDS. UNDERNEATH the sod, now lying, Sleepeth one who left, in dying, Yes, they're ever bending o'er her, Forms that to the cold grave bore her, When the summer moon is shining Friends she loved in tears are twining Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1844, BY GOULD, KENDALL & LINCOLN, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts. Takes the vacant chair beside me, And, as she sits and gazes at me, Uttered not, yet comprehended, Oh, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died. THE DEPARTED. PARK BENJAMIN. THE departed! the departed! They visit us in dreams, And they glide above our memories But where the cheerful lights of home The departed, the departed The good, the brave, the beautiful, In the cities of the dead! I look around and feel the awe I start to hear the stirring sounds That solemn voice! it mingles with Can never be so dear to me As their remembered words. ⚫ I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles Still on me sweetly fall, Their tones of love I faintly hear My name in sadness call. And laid her in the tomb. She was the youngest. What fireside circle hath not felt the charm Of that sweet tie? The youngest ne'er grow old. The fond endearments of our earlier days |