THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. "I look on the leaves of the deathless treeThese records of my track; And better than youth in its flush of glee, 66 Are the memories they give me back! They speak of toil, and of high emprise, As in words of solemn cheer, They speak of lonely victories O'er pain, and doubt, and fear. 211 "They speak of scenes which have now become Bright pictures in my breast; Where my spirit finds a glorious home, "The colours pass not from these away, Oh! beyond all treasures that know decay, "A rich light thence o'er my life's decline, For the sake of the palm from the holy shrine, THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF. "Он! call my brother back to me! The Summer comes with flower and bee- "The butterfly is glancing bright I care not now to chase its flight- "The flowers run wild-the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load Oh! call him back to me!" "He would not hear thy voice, fair child, The face that once like Spring-time smiled, "A rose's brief bright life of joy, "And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, "And by the brook and in the glade Oh! while my brother with me play'd, TO THE NEW-BORN. 213 TO THE NEW-BORN.1 A BLESSING on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears! A rainbow-welcome thine hath been, of mingled smiles and tears. Thy father greets thee unto life, with a full and chasten'd heart, For a solemn gift from God thou com'st, all precious as thou art! I see thee not asleep, fair boy, upon thy mother's breast, Yet well I know how guarded there shall be thy rosy rest; And how her soul with love, and prayer, and gladness, will o'erflow, While bending o'er thy soft-seal'd eyes, thou dear one, well I know! A blessing on thy gentle head! and bless'd thou art in truth, For a home where God is felt, awaits thy childhood and thy youth: Around thee pure and holy thoughts shall dwell as light and air, And steal unto thine heart, and wake the germs now folded there. 1 Addressed to the child of her eldest brother. Smile on thy mother! while she feels that unto her is given, In that young day-spring glance the pledge of a soul to rear for heaven! Smile! and sweet peace be o'er thy sleep, joy o'er thy wakening shed! Blessings and blessings evermore, fair boy! upon thy head! THE DEATH-SONG OF ALCESTIS. SHE came forth in her bridal robes array'd, Had burden'd her full soul. But now, oh! now, Its time was come-and from the spirit's depths, The passion and the mighty melody Of its immortal voice, in triumph broke, Like a strong rushing wind! The soft pure air Came floating through that hall-the Grecian air, Laden with music-flute-notes from the vales, THE DEATH-SONG OF ALCESTIS. Echoes of song-the last sweet sounds of life Borne on the battling waves of love and, death, "I go, I go! Thou sun, thou golden sun, I go Far from thy light to dwell: 215 Thou shalt not find my place below, Dim is that world-bright sun of Greece, farewell! "The laurel and the glorious rose O'er the dark wave I haste from them and thee. |