Графични страници
PDF файл
ePub

room.

The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion—Death !

Oh thank God, all who see it, for that older fashion yet, of Immortality! And look upon us, angels of young children, with regards not quite estranged, when the swift river bears us to the ocean! Dickens.

ON VIEWING THE DEAD BODY OF A BOY.

HERE is a smile upon that cheek—

THE

Those lips would seem almost to speak,

Calm is that look, that brow is fair,

The flaxen ringlet wantons there!
And well those features sweet we trace,
Which hover on that angel face ;
He seems enwrapt in slumber deep—
Ah, Edwin, 'tis thy long, last sleep!
The chill of death is on that cheek—
Those lips shall never silence break ;
No soul is in that cherub smile,
Illusive charm, and lovely guile !
The eye has shot its final spark,
The liquid, lustrous orb—is dark,
And swift must every feature fly
From the soft face of intancy!

Carrington.

[graphic][ocr errors][ocr errors]
[blocks in formation]
[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][graphic]
« ПредишнаНапред »