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THE VIOLET IN THE VALLEY OF DEATH.
AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF MY LITTLE CHILD.
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When Solon wept for the death of his son, some one said, “Weeping will not help.” He answered, “Alas! therefore, I weep, because weeping will not help!”
I.
Hushed is now thy bitter crying,Folded in the calm serene
Of the peace of God undying,
Beautiful divine Eugene!
For thy soul ascends, returning
Back to Heaven where it was born,
With Beatus in it burning
For the Everlasting Morn.
May the Lord in Heaven have mercy
On thy soul, my darling child!
Precious blue-eyed Eugene Percy!
Blessed babe that never smiled!
II.
Tenderest tears of sorrow everFrom my heart's deep fount shall flow,
Watering Love's sweet flower forever,
Which by tears can only grow.
Losing that divinest treasure
God in Heaven had given to me,
Nothing now can give me pleasure,
But the Hopes of meeting thee.
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On thy soul, my darling child!
Precious blue-eyed Eugene Percy!
Blessed babe that never smiled!
III.
Like the Moon in her own splendor,Waning on some cloudless night,
Lay thy lily-limbs so tender,
Shrouded in their own pure light
Now thy blessed star-like spirit,
Glory-circled, full of love,
Doth the joys of Heaven inherit,
Cradled in Christ's breast above.
Thus the Lord of Heaven has mercy
On thy soul, my darling child!
Precious blue-eyed Eugene Percy!
Blessed babe that never smiled!
IV.
From the Fountains Everlasting,Flowing out of God's great store,
Thy pure spirit now is tasting
Bliss divine forever more.
In the golden sunny silence
Of the bliss of God serene—
Young Dove of the Blessed Islands
Liveth my divine Eugene.
Thus the Lord in Heaven has mercy
On thy soul, my darling child!
Precious blue-eyed Eugene Percy!
Blessed babe that never smiled!
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V.
Underneath the saintly rosesBlooming round me while I weep,
Near where Florence now reposes—
Take thy fill of peaceful sleep.
Silent on thy satin pillow
Rest thy pensive little head,
While above the weeping willow
Tells my sorrows for the dead!
For the Lord in Heaven has mercy
On thy soul, my darling child!
Precious blue-eyed Eugene Percy!
Blessed babe that never smiled!
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