"Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear." And the mother gave, in tears and pain, O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day ; 'T was an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELlow. Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore, They watch, and beckon, and wait for me. And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold I shall one day stand by the water cold, And list for the sound of the boatman's oar; I shall watch for a gleam of the flapping sail, I shall hear the boat as it gains the strand, I shall pass from sight with the boatman pale, I shall know the loved who have gone before, NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST. THE TWO WAITINGS. OVER THE RIVER. OVER the river they beckon to me, Loved ones who 've crossed to the farther side, The gleam of their snowy robes I see, But their voices are lost in the dashing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes the reflection of heaven's own blue; He crossed in the twilight gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there, The gates of the city we could not see : Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me. I. DEAR hearts, you were waiting a year ago O, would it be this, or would it be that? Would it be girl or boy? Would it look like father or mother most? And what should you do for joy? And then, one day, when the time was full, Was it or not what you had dreamed? II. And now, dear hearts, you are waiting again, For the baby that was a future dream A dream of sunshine, and all that 's sweet ; Of all that is pure and bright; Of eyes that were blue as the sky by day, And as soft as the stars by night. You are waiting again for the fullness of time, For Charlie's sake I will arise; I will anoint me where he lies, He's going blind, as I said, My old eyes can't bear, boys, To see him in the shed; The cow's dry and spare, boys, You may sell the goat and the ass, boys, The land 's not what it was, boys, And the beasts must be fed : You may turn Peg away, boys, You may pay off old Ned, We've had a dull day, boys, And Tommy's dead. Take her away from me, boys, As she lay on her death-bed, The bones of her thin face, boys, As she lay on her death-bed ! I don't know how it be, boys, When all's done and said, But I see her looking at me, boys, Wherever I turn my head; Out of the big oak-tree, boys, Out of the garden-bed, And the lily as pale as she, boys, And the rose that used to be red. There's something not right, boys, The ground is cold to my tread, I can count them bone by bone, And hands like a dead man's hand, There's nothing but cinders and sand, There's a mildew and a mold, And Tommy's dead. What am I staying for, boys, And she's gone before, boys, She was always sweet, boys, Upon his curly head, She knew she'd never see 't, boys, And she stole off to bed; I've been sitting up alone, boys, For he'd come home, he said, But it's time I was gone, boys, For Tommy's dead. Put the shutters up, boys, Bring out the beer and bread, Make haste and sup, boys, For my eyes are heavy as lead; |