 | Poems by Two Brothers |  |
1
STANZAS
Yon star of eve, so soft and clear,
Beams mildly from the realms of rest;
And, sure, some deathless angel there
Lives in its light supremely blest:
Yet if it be a spirit's shrine,
I think, my love, it must be thine.
Beams mildly from the realms of rest;
And, sure, some deathless angel there
Lives in its light supremely blest:
Yet if it be a spirit's shrine,
I think, my love, it must be thine.
Oh! if in happier worlds than this
The just rejoice—to thee is giv'n
To taste the calm, undying bliss
Eternally in that blue heaven,
Whither thine earnest soul would flow,
While yet it linger'd here below.
The just rejoice—to thee is giv'n
To taste the calm, undying bliss
Eternally in that blue heaven,
Whither thine earnest soul would flow,
While yet it linger'd here below.
2
If Beauty, Wit, and Virtue find
In heav'n a more exalted throne,
To thee such glory is assign'd,
And thou art matchless and alone:
Who liv'd on earth so pure—may grace
In heav'n the brightest Seraph's place.
In heav'n a more exalted throne,
To thee such glory is assign'd,
And thou art matchless and alone:
Who liv'd on earth so pure—may grace
In heav'n the brightest Seraph's place.
For tho' on earth thy beauty's bloom
Blush'd in its spring, and faded then,
And, mourning o'er thine early tomb,
I weep thee still, but weep in vain;
Bright was the transitory gleam
That cheer'd thy life's short wav'ring dream.
Blush'd in its spring, and faded then,
And, mourning o'er thine early tomb,
I weep thee still, but weep in vain;
Bright was the transitory gleam
That cheer'd thy life's short wav'ring dream.
Each youthful rival may confess
Thy look, thy smile, beyond compare,
Nor ask the palm of loveliness,
When thou wert more than doubly fair:
Yet ev'n the magic of that form
Drew from thy mind its loveliest charm.
Thy look, thy smile, beyond compare,
Nor ask the palm of loveliness,
When thou wert more than doubly fair:
Yet ev'n the magic of that form
Drew from thy mind its loveliest charm.
Be thou as the immortal are,
Who dwell beneath their God's own wing;
A spirit of light, a living star,
A holy and a searchless thing:
But oh! forget not those who mourn,
Because thou canst no more return.
Who dwell beneath their God's own wing;
A spirit of light, a living star,
A holy and a searchless thing:
But oh! forget not those who mourn,
Because thou canst no more return.
C.T.
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