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The nursery shows thy pictured wall,
Thy cloak and bonnet, club and ball;
A corner holds thine empty chair,
Even to the last thy every word-
Was sweet as sweetest song of bird
In outward beauty undecayed,
Death o'er thy spirit cast no shade,
And like the rainbow thou didst fade,
We mourn for thee when blind blank night
The chamber fills;
We pine for thee when morn's first light
Reddens the hills:
The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea,
All, to the wall-flower and wild pea,
Are changed-we saw the world through thee,
And though, perchance, a smile may gleam
Of casual mirth,
It doth not own, whate'er may seem,
An inward birth:
We miss thy small step on the stair;
All day we miss thee, everywhere,
Snows muffled earth when thou didst go,
Down to the appointed house below,
But now the green leaves of the tree,
'Tis so; but can it be (while flowers Revive again)
Man's doom, in death that we and ours For aye remain?
Oh! can it be, that o'er the grave
The grass renewed, should yearly wave, Yet God forget our child to save?—
It cannot be for were it so
Thus man could die,
Life were a mockery, Thought were woe,
And Truth a lie;
Heaven were a coinage of the brain,
Religion frenzy, Virtue vain,
And all our hopes to meet again,
Then be to us, O dear, lost child!
A star, death's uncongenial wild
Soon, soon thy little feet have trod
Yet 'tis sweet balm to our despair,
Fond, fairest boy,
That heaven is God's, and thou art there,
With him in joy:
There past are death and all its woes,
And pleasure's day no sunset knows,
Farewell, then-for a while, farewell
Pride of my heart!
It cannot be that long we dwell,
Thus torn apart:
Time's shadows like the shuttle flee:
- Casa Wappy!
His courtiers of the Caliph crave,-
"For he is ugly as the Night;
The Caliph, then :-"No features fair,
And Love his glory is.
"When once a camel of my train
There fell in narrow street, From broken casket roll'd amain
Rich pearls before my feet.
"I winking to the slaves that I
"One only at my side remainedBeside this Ethiop none:
He, moveless as the steed he reined, Behind me sat alone.
"What will thy gain, good fellow, be,
"True servant's title he may wear He only who has not,
For his Lord's gifts, how rich soe'er, His Lord himself forgot."
So thou alone dost walk before
For if thou not to Him aspire,
Not Love, but covetous desire,
Has brought thee to His throne.
While such thy prayer, it climbs above In vain the golden key
Of God's rich treasure-house of love, Thine own will never be