* TO A MOURNING MOTHER. "The good die young."-SHAKSPEARE. * "Those we love first are taken first."-TENNYSON. I. I SAW a red rose yestermorn, That downward bowed its mournful head; Two buds beneath lay shrunk and dead, From off the bough untimely torn. With silver sparkle, like a tear, There lay a dew-drop, mid the red: But on the bough a younger bloom To charm away, and thoughts of gloom. II. And as I gazed upon those flowers, III. As poets wait the rising sun Addressed to a mother on the death of her eldest son, who survived the birth of a sister only nineteen days, and the death These lines were written at the of a brother a fortnight. mother's request, and, in accordance with her wish, a few copies were printed for private circulation. They stood beside the dim, dark sea, Till came, with freight of love, the ship, Came as a flower that breaks the sod, IV. Thus come from out the spirit-land, V. Her head the mother often bent [there, And wondered what strange thoughts woke And with what joy 'twas eloquent. Anon from his young lips there came, And daily showed the infant mind New glimpses of its heavenly form, With everlasting sunshine warm, And softly bright: ah! all were blind To see, till he had passed away, The glories that young soul enshrined, By which a token they might find, That long from heaven he would not stay. Within his eyes there seemed a gloom, At changing for a dwelling here, The ever joyous atmosphere Of gardens where he used to bloom. Fair Adon's gardens, homes of bliss, He almost seemed to dwell apart, In other thoughts than move us here : His mother, with no thought of fear, "Laid up all these things in her heart." 'Tis said that sorrows come not single So another soul came flying, VII. Goodly and pleasant 'twas to see Treading earth's paths so lovingly, VIII. To God arose a grateful hymn From those to whom such joy was given ; But lo! He, looking forth from heaven, Recalled the lovely babes to Him. Maybe those dear ones He removed And surely thus for them was best; IX. So the cloud came o'er their sun; For the calm of heaven. Sure, to him were given. With the' Eternal Seven. X. Quietly lay his golden hair XI. The other little one, meanwhile, So from his home the boy was led ; A week of darkness and of tears, But never did his spirit stray From the sure trust that he should rise Above the evanescent skies, Unto the heaven far away. And visions strange to him were given From a star; and an amazing Whither soon he passed, for o'er His senses came a gentle sleep, Which yielded to a calm so deepToo deep for him to waken more |