Classic Poem

ON THE DEATH OF AN ONLY CHILD.


I KNOW thy heart is lonely now,
For broken is its dearest tie;
A sadness lingers on thy brow, —
A tear is gushing from thine eye.

Thou in the quiet grave hast laid
The idol of thy fondest care;
And when the hues of evening fade,
How often dost thou wander there!

Yet wherefore should'st thou thus repine?
What though the stream of life be dark —
Say, canst thou not thy all resign
To Him who guides thy feeble bark?

Then upward turn thy tearful eyes,
Those weary hours will soon be o'er;
Thy soul to brighter realms shall fly,
From him thou lov'st to part no more.