As o'er the cheek's warm glow, Of babes, that grew and faded on her breast; If then the dove-like tone Of those faint murmurs gone, O'er her sick sense too piercing to return; And brow and bosom fair, And life, now dust, her soul too deeply yearn; O gentle forms, entwined Like tendrils, which the wind May wave, so clasped, but never can unlink, A still, small voice, a sound Of hope, forbidding that lone heart to sink. By all the pure, meek mind By childhood's love-too bright a bloom to die- O fairest, holiest dead! The Faith, Trust, Light of Immortality! MRS. HEMANS. On the Death of a Child. As the sweet flower that scents the morn, Thus lovely seemed the infant's dawn, Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Yet the sad hour that took the boy He died before his infant soul Had ever burned with wrong desire, Had ever spurned at Heaven's control, Or madly quenched its sacred fire. He died to sin, he died to care, But for a moment felt the rod; Then, springing on the noiseless air, Spread his light wings, and soared to God. BELFAST SELECTION OF HYMNS. On the Death of an Enfant. WHY dost thou weep? Say, can it be From sin, from sorrow, and from pain, What was thy prayer, when his first smile What was thy prayer? Canst thou not now Why, wherefore weep, when all the cares, He scarcely suffered, then was crowned; A child of thine, a child of bliss! Nay, rather strive to praise the love J. S. MONSEll. Mine Earthly Children Round Me Bloom. MINE earthly children round me bloom, Lovely alike in smiles and tears; And earthly ties are round me wound, And yet the spell is not unbound That linked me to my first-my first! A fairy thing with flaxen hair, And eyes of blue, and downy cheek, A thing as lovely as the day; Fair as the shapes that span the beams; As innocent as flowers of May; As frail, as fading as our dreams. I see the seals of childhood fade Slowly from each young living brow; Yet still, in sunshine and in shade, Seasons may roll, and manhood's pride Each youthful breast with care may fill ; |