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ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD.
“Is it well with the child? And she answered, It is well.”
How fondly to their little charge they clung,
Nor deemed the spoiler near, with cruel skill
To chill in silence that melodious tongue,
Whose gentle note had made their heart-strings thrill,
Blessing their home with the sweet influence shed
From the rich treasure of a child's full love,
And the quick moments, as they onward sped,
Filling with rapture equalled but above!—
Nor deemed the spoiler near, with cruel skill
To chill in silence that melodious tongue,
Whose gentle note had made their heart-strings thrill,
Blessing their home with the sweet influence shed
From the rich treasure of a child's full love,
And the quick moments, as they onward sped,
Filling with rapture equalled but above!—
Hard is the blow that sunders love like this,—
The bleeding heart rebels when thus 't is riven;
So long a feaster on its borrowed bliss,
It grudges what is gathered back to heaven;
Crushed and despairing in its night of grief,
It cannot see the hand that wields the rod,
But reason's light will come to its relief,
And show the dealing of a righteous God.
The bleeding heart rebels when thus 't is riven;
So long a feaster on its borrowed bliss,
It grudges what is gathered back to heaven;
Crushed and despairing in its night of grief,
It cannot see the hand that wields the rod,
But reason's light will come to its relief,
And show the dealing of a righteous God.
Then time will strew around that little grave
Perennial roses, endless in their bloom,
And memory, faithful memory, shall save
All that was lovely from that early tomb;
The pain, the misery of the dying child
Will be forgotten in the distant days,
While every look of love that on them smiled
Will be revealed to retrospection's gaze.
Perennial roses, endless in their bloom,
And memory, faithful memory, shall save
All that was lovely from that early tomb;
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Will be forgotten in the distant days,
While every look of love that on them smiled
Will be revealed to retrospection's gaze.
Its image, printed deep within the heart,
Reflected in the air, the tree, the flower,
Shall richest comfort to the last impart,
Till closes life's short, perishable hour.
Then, brighter than when on the earth it smiled,
'T will beckon onward to the world of rest;
Blest region! where the parent and the child
May find reünion 'mongst the immortal blest.
Reflected in the air, the tree, the flower,
Shall richest comfort to the last impart,
Till closes life's short, perishable hour.
Then, brighter than when on the earth it smiled,
'T will beckon onward to the world of rest;
Blest region! where the parent and the child
May find reünion 'mongst the immortal blest.
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