Читать книгу Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXII No. 4, April 1848 - Various - Страница 2

When first we saw her face, so dimpled o'er

With smiles of sweetest charm, we said within

Our inmost heart, that ne'er on earth before

Had so much passing beauty ever been:

So full of sweetest grace, so fair to see —

This treasure bright our babe in infancy.

Like blush of roses was the tint of health

O'erspread her lovely cheeks; and they might vie

In beauty with the fairest flower – nor wealth,

Though told in countless millions, e'er could buy

The radiance of this gem, than aught more bright

Which lies in hidden mine, or saw the light.

The dawn of life was fair; so was its morn;

For with each day new beauties met our view,

And well we deemed that she, the dear first-born,

Might early fade, like flowers that earth bestrew

With all their cherished beauty, leaving naught

But faded leaves where once their forms were sought.

She smiled upon us, and her spirit fled

To taste the pleasures of that fairer land,

Where angels ever dwell – she is not dead;

But there with them her beauteous form doth stand,

Arrayed in flowing light, before the throne

Of Him whose name is Love – the Holy One.

She was our choicest bud, our precious flower;

But now she blooms in that celestial place,

Where naught can spoil the pleasure of an hour,

Nor from its beauty one bright line efface —

Where all is one perpetual scene of bliss,

Unmixed with sin; all perfect happiness.

The darling then is safe, secure from ill;

Why should we mourn that she hath left this earth,

When in that brighter land she bloometh still,

A flower more perfect, of celestial birth?

Let us submit, and own His righteous care

Who doeth well; striving to meet her there.