"That tune e'er held his soul in thrall ; It never breathed in vain ; He'll waken as its echoes fall, Or never wake again." The strings were swept. 'T was sad to hear Sweet music floating there; For every note called forth a tear Of anguish and despair. "See! see!" she cried, "the tune is o'er : No opening eye, no breath; Hang up his harp; he'll wake no more ; He sleeps the sleep of death.' ELIZA COOK. BEYOND THE SMILING AND THE WEEPING. BEYOND the smiling and the weeping I shall be soon; Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Love, rest, and home! Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the blooming and the fading I shall be soon ; Beyond the shining and the shading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! etc. Beyond the rising and the setting Beyond the calming and the fretting, Love, rest, and home! etc. Beyond the gathering and the strowing Beyond the ebbing and the flowing, Love, rest, and home! etc. Beyond the parting and the meeting Beyond the farewell and the greeting, Beyond the frost chain and the fever I shall be soon; Beyond the rock waste and the river, Love, rest, and home! Lord, tarry not, but come. HORATIUS BONAR. THE LAND O' THE LEAL. I'm wearing awa', Jean, Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean; To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, There's neither cauld nor care, Jean, The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal. Ye were aye leal and true, Jean; To the land o' the leal. Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean, To the land o' the leal! CAROLINA, BARONESS NAIRN. SOFTLY WOO AWAY HER BREATH. SOFTLY woo away her breath, Gentle death! Let her leave thee with no strife, She hath had her bud and blossom; Bear her perfect soul above, BRYAN WALLER PROCTER ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER. "T IS o'er, in that long sigh she pastTh' enfranchised spirit soars at last! And now I gaze with tearless eye O, I have watched with fondest care And I have sat the long, long night, But slowly, sadly, waste away! We saw that fair cheek's fading bloom Ay, from his lip- the doting heart E'en then refused to bear its part. But the sad conflict's past, - 't is o'er; To other worlds, to happier skies ; RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM WE WATCHED HER BREATHING. WE watched her breathing through the night, As in her breast the wave of life So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies THRENODY. My heart is there, BOURDILLON. Where, on eternal hills, my loved one dwells, THE FEMALE CONVICT. SHE shrank from all, and her silent mood Her eye sought the ground, as it could not brook, Clad in the brightness of the Great White But weather-stains, hunger, toil, and care, Throne, Glad in the smile of Him who sits thereon; My heart is there; With him who made all earthly life so sweet; So meek, so grand, so gentle, and so brave, That frost and fever that wear the heart, They were sailing over the salt sea-foam, |