LADIES’ EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 268, 1 May 1875, Page 2

LADIES’ EXPRESS.

0— — The Editor will he glad to give insertion to any local contributions from his laity frier as that may be considered interesting in the family circle, or to the sex generally.]

o LOSS OF THE FIRST-EORN.

I saw a pale young mother bending o’er Her first-born hope. Its soft blue eyes were closed, Not in the balmy dream of downy rest, In Death’s embrace the shrouded babe reposed ; It slept the dreamless sleep that wakes no more. A low sigh struggled in her heaving breast, But yet she wept not: hers was the deep grief The heart, in its dark desolation, feels, Which breathes not in impassioned accents wild, But slowly the warm pulse of life congeals ; A grief, which from the world seeks no relief— A mother’s sorrow o’er her first-born child. She gazed upon it with a steadfast eye, Which seemed to say, “ Oh, would that I were with thee 1” As if her every earthly hope were fled With that departed cherub. Even he, Her young heart’s choice, who breathed a father’s sigh Of bitter anguish o’er th’ unconscious dead Felt not, while weeping by its funeral bier, One pang so deep as hers, who shed no tear.