Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 34 1833.pdf/5

 Would spring from rosy sleep, and playfully Hide the rich clusters of his gleaming hair In that kind youthful breast!—Oh! now no more— But strengthen me, my God! and melt my heart, Even to a well-spring of adoring tears, For many a blessing left. (Bending over the Child.) Once more farewell! Oh! the pale piercing sweetness of that look! How can it be sustained? Away, away! [After a short pause. Edmund, my woman's nature still is weak— I cannot see thee render dust to dust! Go thou, my husband, to thy solemn task; I will rest here, and still my soul with prayer Till thy return.

Husband.Then strength be with thy prayer! Peace on thy bosom! Faith and heavenly hope Unto thy spirit! Fare thee well a while! We must be Pilgrims of the Woods again, After this mournful hour.

England's field-flowers may not deck his grave, Cypress-shadows o'er him darkly wave.

And our tears gush o'er his lovely dust, Mournfully, yet still from hearts of trust.

Still in Hope we give back what was given, Yielding up the Beautiful to Heaven.

Those blue eyes of Love and Peace again Through her soul will shine, undimm'd by pain.

God and Father! may our journeyings on Lead to where the blessed boy is gone!