We mourn for thee when blind, blank night We pine for thee when morn's first light The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea, Are changed; we saw the world through thee, And though perchance a smile may gleam It doth not own, whate'er may seem, We miss thy small step on the stair ; Casa Wappy! Snows muffled earth when thou didst go, Down to the appointed house below, But now the green leaves of the tree, The cuckoo and "the busy bee," Return, but with them bring not thee, Casa Wappy! 'Tis so; but can it be (while flowers Man's doom, in death that we and ours O, can it be that o'er the grave The grass renewed should yearly wave, Yet God forget our child to save ? Heaven were a coinage of the brain, Religion frenzy, Virtue vain, And all our hopes to meet again, Casa Wappy! Then be to us, O dear, lost child! A star, death's uncongenial wild Soon, soon thy little feet have trod Yet 't is sweet balm to our despair, That heaven is God's, and thou art there, There past are death and all its woes, And pleasure's day no sunset knows, Casa Wappy! Farewell, then, for a while, farewell, — Pride of my heart! It cannot be that long we dwell, Thus torn apart; - Time's shadows like the shuttle flee, And, dark howe'er life's night may be, Beyond the grave I'll meet with thee, Casa Wappy! TO WILLIE IN HEAVEN. THOU Cam'st like a dove from the land of the blest, To tell us of love in that heaven of rest; But the dust of this earth would have sullied thy wing If thou longer hadst tarried, thou beautiful thing! Thou blest little teacher the Father sent forth, It came not in language, it uttered no thought. 'T was thy unconscious meekness, thy unshaken trust, Thy cherub-like purity dwelling in dust ; |