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There stood a cot, with flowers gay,
'Twas there my eyes first met the day!-
“ 'Neath that roof there hung a nest Perchance it held your callow young:
But, whilst cherish'd by your breast, My mother's plaints around them rung;
Yet still she hoped each day would bring
She breathed my name, expiring ;-
“Saw ye not the jocund throng Flock from the church in concourse gay,
Chorussing th’ hymeneal song, To grace my sister's nuptial day?
Saw ye not my comrades crowding, Vaunting their deeds by land and sea;
But my name in sorrow shrouding, They still, sweet birds !—they still remember me?
“But I dream !--my foe commands Where none but Frenchmen should bear sway;
And, perhaps, his hostile bands
Trampling down the fields’ defenders,
Can ye say that France surrenders ?
So forth issued the Seasons of the year:
A gilt engraven morion he did wear;
Then came the jolly Summer, being dight
Had hunted late the libbard or the boar,
And in his hand a sickle he did hold,
Lastly, came Winter clothed all in frieze,
For he was faint with cold, and weak with eld,
ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
That, like an April beam,
E'en in their earliest gleam?
Was it to wake a mother's love,
To warm a father's heart,
As fleetly to depart?
Was it for this alone, or say
Was't for some early sin, That weigh'd upon the parent's heart,
And needed chastening?
How did I watch thy little form,
Thy tender beauties swell, In ardent, silent lovingness
Perhaps, I loved too well!
Perhaps, I was too proud of thee,
And while I held thee dear, Forgot my debt of gratitude
To Him who sent thee here!
I scarce had time to know thee well,
Scarce could command thy love, Ere thou wast snatch'd away, to seek
A happier home above.
I held thee, sufferer in my arms-
I press'd thee to my heartDeath must be blind to gaze on thee,
Yet not to stay his dart !
To close those little azure eyes
In darkness and in gloom,
Corruption and the tomb.
Yet wherefore murmur, though our hopes
Lie buried in the grave?
He takes away–who gave!
We should rejoice, to know that heaven
Relieves us of our care-
A Mediator there!
My little fairy chronicle,