Poems.
25
But it cannot be, for God decrees,
That we, dear Mother, must part—
Then weep no more, but look to Him,
To soothe thy sorrowing heart.
Though early we part forever here,
I trust we shall meet again,
In a realm of boundless love and peace,
Of freedom from death and pam.
That we, dear Mother, must part—
Then weep no more, but look to Him,
To soothe thy sorrowing heart.
Though early we part forever here,
I trust we shall meet again,
In a realm of boundless love and peace,
Of freedom from death and pam.
The parent knew that his words were true,
And she sought her sorrows to bear,
As 'neath the all-seeing eye she bent,
And yielded her soul to prayer.
And she sought her sorrows to bear,
As 'neath the all-seeing eye she bent,
And yielded her soul to prayer.
A MIDNIGHT SCENE.
Pale Cynthia was shedding a mild-beaming ray,
O'er hamlet and village, o'er river and bay;
Scarce a sound was heard save the night-bird's low moan,
And nought seemed in motion,
Save the waves of the ocean,
Emitting a deep, sullen, murmuring tone.
O'er hamlet and village, o'er river and bay;
Scarce a sound was heard save the night-bird's low moan,
And nought seemed in motion,
Save the waves of the ocean,
Emitting a deep, sullen, murmuring tone.
