THE EARLY DEAD.On my youngest Daughter, died 20th March 1845, aged twenty-one months.Sherests within her little grave,A bud of promise too soon taken,And wanting the sweet smile she gave,We deem ourselves as if forsaken.Life wore for her no luring guise,She tasted time, and found it dreary,Calmly she closed her gentle eyes,As one that falls asleep aweary:Like to a star whose little rayIs quenched ev'n when 'tis brightly shining;Or as a flower that fades awayWhile yet its bloom tells nought of pining.And when her latest sigh was spent,And fled her spirit to its Giver,We felt as with it also wentA lapsed part of our heart for ever.Oh! twice before we knew the blightUpon the heart that deeply falleth,When death for ever from the sight,Of our own life a portion calleth:But though it has the power to slay,Still is this consolation given,It cannot take the hope awayThat we shall meet again in heaven.There is a place of rest above,A home for children there provided,To which away from earth, in loveTheir guileless spirits still are guided.And when our hearts with sorrow sinkAnd our weak eyes are sore with weeping,'Twill soothe and cheer us still to thinkThat they sweet watch are o'er us keeping.And in the dark and lonely night,When sleep our eyelids have forsaken,We'll see again the faces brightOf our three babes so early taken.
On my youngest Daughter, died 20th March 1845, aged twenty-one months.
Sherests within her little grave,A bud of promise too soon taken,And wanting the sweet smile she gave,We deem ourselves as if forsaken.Life wore for her no luring guise,She tasted time, and found it dreary,Calmly she closed her gentle eyes,As one that falls asleep aweary:Like to a star whose little rayIs quenched ev'n when 'tis brightly shining;Or as a flower that fades awayWhile yet its bloom tells nought of pining.And when her latest sigh was spent,And fled her spirit to its Giver,We felt as with it also wentA lapsed part of our heart for ever.Oh! twice before we knew the blightUpon the heart that deeply falleth,When death for ever from the sight,Of our own life a portion calleth:But though it has the power to slay,Still is this consolation given,It cannot take the hope awayThat we shall meet again in heaven.There is a place of rest above,A home for children there provided,To which away from earth, in loveTheir guileless spirits still are guided.And when our hearts with sorrow sinkAnd our weak eyes are sore with weeping,'Twill soothe and cheer us still to thinkThat they sweet watch are o'er us keeping.And in the dark and lonely night,When sleep our eyelids have forsaken,We'll see again the faces brightOf our three babes so early taken.
Sherests within her little grave,A bud of promise too soon taken,And wanting the sweet smile she gave,We deem ourselves as if forsaken.Life wore for her no luring guise,She tasted time, and found it dreary,Calmly she closed her gentle eyes,As one that falls asleep aweary:Like to a star whose little rayIs quenched ev'n when 'tis brightly shining;Or as a flower that fades awayWhile yet its bloom tells nought of pining.And when her latest sigh was spent,And fled her spirit to its Giver,We felt as with it also wentA lapsed part of our heart for ever.Oh! twice before we knew the blightUpon the heart that deeply falleth,When death for ever from the sight,Of our own life a portion calleth:But though it has the power to slay,Still is this consolation given,It cannot take the hope awayThat we shall meet again in heaven.There is a place of rest above,A home for children there provided,To which away from earth, in loveTheir guileless spirits still are guided.And when our hearts with sorrow sinkAnd our weak eyes are sore with weeping,'Twill soothe and cheer us still to thinkThat they sweet watch are o'er us keeping.And in the dark and lonely night,When sleep our eyelids have forsaken,We'll see again the faces brightOf our three babes so early taken.
Sherests within her little grave,A bud of promise too soon taken,And wanting the sweet smile she gave,We deem ourselves as if forsaken.
Sherests within her little grave,
A bud of promise too soon taken,
And wanting the sweet smile she gave,
We deem ourselves as if forsaken.
Life wore for her no luring guise,She tasted time, and found it dreary,Calmly she closed her gentle eyes,As one that falls asleep aweary:
Life wore for her no luring guise,
She tasted time, and found it dreary,
Calmly she closed her gentle eyes,
As one that falls asleep aweary:
Like to a star whose little rayIs quenched ev'n when 'tis brightly shining;Or as a flower that fades awayWhile yet its bloom tells nought of pining.
Like to a star whose little ray
Is quenched ev'n when 'tis brightly shining;
Or as a flower that fades away
While yet its bloom tells nought of pining.
And when her latest sigh was spent,And fled her spirit to its Giver,We felt as with it also wentA lapsed part of our heart for ever.
And when her latest sigh was spent,
And fled her spirit to its Giver,
We felt as with it also went
A lapsed part of our heart for ever.
Oh! twice before we knew the blightUpon the heart that deeply falleth,When death for ever from the sight,Of our own life a portion calleth:
Oh! twice before we knew the blight
Upon the heart that deeply falleth,
When death for ever from the sight,
Of our own life a portion calleth:
But though it has the power to slay,Still is this consolation given,It cannot take the hope awayThat we shall meet again in heaven.
But though it has the power to slay,
Still is this consolation given,
It cannot take the hope away
That we shall meet again in heaven.
There is a place of rest above,A home for children there provided,To which away from earth, in loveTheir guileless spirits still are guided.
There is a place of rest above,
A home for children there provided,
To which away from earth, in love
Their guileless spirits still are guided.
And when our hearts with sorrow sinkAnd our weak eyes are sore with weeping,'Twill soothe and cheer us still to thinkThat they sweet watch are o'er us keeping.
And when our hearts with sorrow sink
And our weak eyes are sore with weeping,
'Twill soothe and cheer us still to think
That they sweet watch are o'er us keeping.
And in the dark and lonely night,When sleep our eyelids have forsaken,We'll see again the faces brightOf our three babes so early taken.
And in the dark and lonely night,
When sleep our eyelids have forsaken,
We'll see again the faces bright
Of our three babes so early taken.