God only knows! but he hath given us hope, Farewell! dear spot, farewell! THE FAMILY TOMBSTONE. ONE eve, one lovely summer's eve, I mused o'er all that mankind lose Until I reached at evening's close His house stood near the house of God And near the consecrated sod The harvest moon was in the west, And I went forth alone, An hour before the hour of rest, To read our family stone. THE FAMILY TOMBSTONE. For three long years I had not trode But now I reached the house of God 'Twas silence-save the breaking waves, And, oh, how peaceful were the graves my tears I read the names, and shed Upon the very spot I lay Where yet I hope to rest, And pressed the very flowers that may 31 And mourns o'er those whose graves are green, Yet strives to be resigned. THE DAUGHTER. What will not woman when she loves? Yet lost, alas! what can restore her?-RODGERS. Ан! see upon yon old gray stone, A wretched female sits alone, Where every branch that's o'er her thrown The hopes are gone she cherished most, That haunts the midnight gloom; And she a mournful tale can tell, She seldom loves to tell her tale, Yet I have seen, when she could trace That she would leave her resting place, THE DAUGHTER. "O yes, I loved! as fondly loved And many a pleasing eve we roved, But now the tale I must impart- Can all its force be known; For, oh, how I was left forlorn, "Yes, he was gone! I know not where- "And when my hand my mother took I could not bear her pitying look, 3 33 And when my father knelt at even, His duteous child! Eternal Lord! The wretch that was beguiled. “Oh, many a weary, weary day And stole from every eye away, Amid the lonesome wood; pray And when we circled round our hearth, The happiest, once, perchance, on earth, At evening's dewy fall, That happiness to me was gone, Though in each eye compassion shone, I knew a truth would soon be knownWould break the peace of all. "And many a weary, weary night But trembled till the morning light |