"NOT LOST, BUT GONE BEFORE." Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend! Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Nor life's affections transient fire, There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; Formed for the good alone; 82574 Thus star by star declines, As morning high and higher shines, To pure and perfect day; Nor sink those stars in empty night, But hide themselves in heaven's own light. A MOTHER'S LAMENT. I loved thee, daughter of my heart; Thy days, my little one, were few; That came and vanish'd with the dew; 'Twas here, 'tis gone, where is it? Yet did'st thou leave behind thee The eye, the lip, the cheek, the brow, Where are they now ?-those smiles, those tears, Thy mother's darling treasure? She sees them still, and still she hears Thy tones of pain or pleasure, To her quick pulse revealing, Unutterable feeling. Hush'd in a moment on her breast, Then cradled on her lap to rest Thy dreams-no thought can guess them; For then this waking eye could see, In many a vain vagary, The things that never were to be, Fond hopes that mothers cherish, Like still-born babes to perish. Mine perish'd on thy early bier; Yet would these arms have chain'd thee, Sarah! my last, my youngest love, Though thou art born in heaven above, I am thine only Mother, Nor will affection let me Believe thou canst forget me. Then-thou in heaven and I on earth May this one hope delight us, That thou wilt hail my second birth, When death shall reunite us, Where worlds no more can sever Parent and child for ever. MONTGOMERY. |