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I ask not for a kinder tone, for thou wert ever kind;
Our fond, dear boy-
Where life is joy ?
Thou wert a vision of delight
To bless us given ;
A type of heaven :
'Twas cloudless joy;
* From Domestic Verses, by Delta (D. M. Moir, Esq.), 1842. Casa Wappy was the self-conferred pet name of an infant son of the poet, snatched away after a very brief illness.
Gem of our hearth, our household pride,
Earth's undefiled ;
Our dear, sweet child !
Do what I may, go where I will,
Thou meet'st my sight;
A form of light !
Methinks thou smil'st before me now,
With glance of stealth ;
In buoyant health :
The nursery shews thy pictured wall,
Thy bat, thy bow,
But where art thou ?
Even to the last thy every word
To glad, to grieve-
On summer's eve ;
Snows muffled earth when thou didst go,
In life's spring-bloom,
The silent tomb.
Casa Wappy! 'Tis so; but can it be—while flowers
Revive again, Man's doom, in death that we and ours
For aye remain ? Oh! can it be, that o'er the grave The grass renewed should yearly wave, Yet God forget our child to save ?
Casa Wappy! It cannot be : for were it so
Thus man could die,
And Truth a lie;
With beam of love,