One mother weepeth over birth, Another weepeth over death; In vain all Heaven answereth. Laughs from the little ones may reach Them what, so blind with tears, they never saw,— HELEN HUNT JACKSON (H. H.). THE FLOWN SOUL. (FRANCIS HAWTHORNE LATHROP.) February 6, 1881. COME not again! I dwell with you You are my rose unseen: we live For which of us, indeed, is dead? The golden-red hair so thick upon it; Crept softly, once. Yet, see, my arm Is strong, and still my blood runs warm : Is but the shadow of your shine, Come not again, dear child. If thou If to this grim life unafraid Thou couldst return, and melt the frost Come not, come not again!" GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP. THE CHAMBER OVER THE GATE. Is it so far from thee Thou canst no longer see, In the Chamber over the Gate, That old man desolate, Weeping and wailing sore For his son, who is no more? Is it so long ago That cry of human woe There is no far nor near, There is neither there nor here, There is neither soon nor late, In that Chamber over the Gate, To that cry of human woe, O Absalom, my son ! From the ages that are past The voice sounds like a blast, Over seas that wreck and drown, And from ages yet to be O Absalom, my son ! Somewhere at every hour O Absalom, my son ! He goes forth from the door, O Absalom, my son! That 'tis a common grief "Would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son!" HENRY W. Longfellow. MY CHILD. I CANNOT make him dead: Is ever bounding round my study-chair: Yet, when my eyes, now dim The vision vanishes-he is not there! I walk my parlor floor, And through the open door I hear a footfall on the chamber stair; To give the boy a call; And then bethink me that-he is not there! I thread the crowded street; A satchell'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and color'd hair: And, as he's running by, Follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that he is not there! I know his face is hid Under the coffin-lid; Closed are his eyes; cold is his forehead fair; My hand that marble felt; O'er it in prayer I knelt ; Yet my heart whispers that he is not there! I cannot make him dead! So long watched over with parental care, |