BEREAVEMENT.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2591, 27 July 1882, Page 4

BEREAVEMENT.

Bweot sighs the soft wind o'er the flower. scented vale ; j And mingles its voice with the sea » goalie wail; Ita sweet breath with tie sunbeams bright rajs. And beauties of earth, kind nature hath given, Mingli their charms with the beauties of Heaven, Their Creator's great meroy to praiae. Unt ah I far more soft are thab young mother's sighs ; 3?&r sweeter the light from her beauteous <eyes; Ao she smiles o'er the babe at her breast. "Whiit joy doth she feol in that hallowing smile, A shadow of love yet untainted by guile, Aa her babe to her bosom is pressed.

Bright shines the fair moon over headland and wave, O'er hill and o'er dale, over ohurohyard and grave, And that form bended low in her grief. It ti night, tho' fair night's e'er glorious calm •That sorrowful heart 'Can 'lend no healing balm, To that anguish oan bring no relief. And. the joys of tho day are vanished and fled, Hex bright dream hath'ended, her baby ia dead, laying calmly at Test 'neath yon mound, Xnlled by the soft sound ef the wind's gentle sigh, Xiko angel's calm -voice on a mission sped by, And the glittering waves' mournful sound. Oh! how can she 'live in that bleak world alone ; How baak in its gladness, now baby is gone. Closed those eyes that so fondly had smiled. Ah! sadly she gathers that tiny white flower; "Tin only a 3ily, but -great is its powev, For it grows near the grave of her child. Tho winter hath come, and her silvery sheen, Sofch spread its white-mantle where summer bath been.; As the pall o'er . ooffia is spread. It hath -came aa sorrow cornea to the heart. When loved ones lor ever and ever must part, At tho -Bound of the call that they dread. And gently a mother draws from her fond breast, A email faded flower ; to her lips it is pressed; And sad,! passionate sobs shake her frame. She thinks of a fbirer that lies faded away, In yonder ohurohyard, 'neatb the twilight's cold gray, HL'fcat the reaper's keen sickle hath slain.