Already is the stain of earth- But even here his guileless life— He knew no change from light to shade, If such hath been his life's first dawn, Favored of Heaven! to wear the crown, But fading is that roseate hue; That brow of heavenly mould; Fainter and fainter grows his breath: Oh, what so fair the heavens beneath, So lovely to behold! Newark, October 29, 1849. E. C. K. Suspiria. TAKE them, O Death! and bear away Take them, O Grave! and let them lie Take them, O great Eternity! Our little life is but a gust, That bends the branches of thy tree, And trails its blossoms in the dust! LONGFELLOW. Bereavement. NAY, weep not, dearest, though the child be dead; He lives again in heaven's unclouded life, With other angels that have early fled From the dark scenes of sorrow, sin, and strife; Nay, weep not, dearest, though thy yearning love. Would fondly keep for earth its fairest flowers, And e'en deny to brighter realms above The few that deck this dreary world of ours. Though much it seems a wonder and a woe That one so loved should be so early lost, And hallowed tears may unforbidden flow To mourn the blossom that we cherished mostYet all is well: GOD's good design I see, That where our treasure is, our hearts may be! JOHN G. SAXE. On Seeing a Beceased Infant. AND this is death! How cold and still, But when I see the fair, wide brow, When life and health were laughing there, I wonder not that parents' eyes, In gazing thus, grow cold and dim; That burning tears and aching sighs Are blended with the funeral hymn: The spirit hath an earthly part, That weeps when earthly pleasure flies; And Heaven would scorn the frozen heart That melts not when the infant dies. And yet why mourn? That deep repose Once more I gaze, and swift and far Move up thy pathway in the sky: Then let the burthened heart be free, The mournful beauty of the dead: To heaven no darkening stains of sin; And only breathed life's morning airs, Before its noonday storms begin. Farewell! I shall not soon forget! Although thy heart hath ceased to beat, My memory warmly treasures yet Thy features calm and mildly sweet. |