"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,' The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, And saints, upon their garments white, And the mother gave, in tears and pain, She knew she should find them all again O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, 'T was an angel visited the green earth, EARLY LOST, EARLY SAVED. WITHIN her downy cradle there lay a little child, And a group of hovering angels unseen upon her smiled. A strife arose among them, a loving, holy strife, Which should shed the richest blessing over the new-born life. One breathed upon her features, and the babe in beauty grew, With a cheek like morning's blushes, and an eye of azure hue; Till every one who saw her was thankful for the Of sight a face so sweet and radiant with ever fresh delight. Another gave her accents, and a voice as musical As a spring-bird's joyous carol, or a rippling streamlet's fall; Till all who heard her laughing, or her words of childish grace, Loved as much to listen to her, as to look upon her face. Another brought from heaven a clear and gentle mind, And within the lovely casket the precious gem enshrined; Till all who knew her wondered that God should be so good As to bless with such a spirit our desert world and rude. Thus did she grow in beauty, in melody, and truth, The budding of her childhood just opening into youth, And to our hearts yet dearer every moment than before She became, though we thought fondly heart could not love her more. Then outspake another angel, nobler, brighter than the rest, As with strong arm, but tender, he caught her to his breast “Ye have made her all too lovely for a child of mortal race, But no shade of human sorrow shall darken o'er her face: "Ye have tuned to gladness only the accents of her tongue, And no wail of human anguish shall from her lips be wrung; Nor shall the soul that shineth so purely from within Her form of earth-born frailty e'er know the taint of sin : "Lulled in my faithful bosom, I will bear her far away, Where there is nor sin, nor anguish, nor sorrow, nor decay : And mine a boon more glorious than all the gifts shall be, Lo! I crown her happy spirit with immortality.” Then on his heart our darling yielded up her gentle breath, For the stronger, brighter angel, who loved her best, was Death. |