And knew the light within my breast, Though wavering oftentimes and dim, The power, the will, that never rest, And cannot die, were all from him. Thy little heart will soon be healed, When we descend to dust again, 23-L & B-CC A PRESENTIMENT. "Он father, let us hence - for hark, A fearful murmur shakes the air; A winged giant sails the sky; Oh father, father, let us fly!" Hush, child; it is a grateful sound, That beating of the summer shower — Here, where the boughs hang close around, Till the fresh wind, that brings the rain, "Nay, father, let us haste- for see, He scowls upon us now; "Hush, child; " but, as the father spoke, Downward the livid firebolt came, Close to his ear the thunder broke, And, blasted by the flame, The child lay dead; while, dark and still, Swept the grim cloud along the hill. THE FUTURE LIFE. How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps When all of thee that time could wither sleeps For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain Will not thy own meek heart demand me there? That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given? My name on earth was ever in thy prayer, Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven? In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind, In the resplendence of that glorious sphere, And larger movements of the unfettered mind, Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here? The love that lived through all the stormy past, And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last, A happier lot than mine, and larger light, And lovest all, and renderest good for ill. For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell, Has left its frightful scar upon my soul. Yet, though thou wear'st the glory of the sky, Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye, Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same? Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home, |