Undo its sweetest link-and so at last The fountain-that, once struck, must flow for ever, Will hide and waste in silence, when the smile Willis. 'TWERE VAIN TO TELL US NOT TO WEEP. "Twere vain to tell us not to weep When mem'ry opes the tomb, When buried joys in darkness sleep * # * * * Then weep we may, and often must, Yet not for those no more, But rather for the living dust That would the dead restore.-Montgomery. ON THE DEATH OF MY LITTLE SON. Can I, who have for others oft compiled Sir John Beaumont. D CONSOLATION. The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears, There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night, DEATH OF THE ONLY GIRL. I lov'd to watch her fairy form, as she climb'd her father's knee; I lov'd to watch her deep blue eyes, beaming with joy and glee. I lov'd to watch her golden curls, waving with such a grace, And adding to the brightness of her lovely little face. I lov'd to watch her gentle ways, her sweet and winning smile; And I thought I never knew a child so free from sin or guile. But now upon that angel form, I never more shall gaze, Nor watch with such delight again, those sweet and winning ways: For death hath come quite suddenly, and crept into our bowers, And snatch'd away this little bud, the fairest of our flowers; 'Twas only to transplant her to a more congenial soil, Where she would be for ever free from earthly care or toil : So gently was her spirit borne to realms of bliss above, Where she is now enjoying her Saviour's care and love. WHEN A MOTHER MEETS ON HIGH. Oh! when a mother meets on high Hath she not then for pains and fears, An over payment of delight?-Southey. WHERE IS THE SPIRIT GONE? Answer me, burning stars of night, That past the reach of human sight And the stars answered me, "We roll Ask that which cannot die." |