THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty, side by side. They fill'd one house with gleeTheir graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night, She had each folded flower in sight One 'midst the forests of the west The sea, the blue lone sea hath one, One sleeps where southern vines are dress'd Above the noble slain; Ile wrapt his colors round his breast, And one - o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves, by soft winds fann'd, She faded 'midst Italian flowers, The last of that bright band. And parted thus, they rest who play'd Around one parent knee! POETRY. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And look'd from that lone post of death, And shouted but once more aloud, 66 'My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. 343 HEMAND. Oh! haste my father's heart to cheer; I am not mad! I am not mad! He smiles in scorn and turns the key! 'Tis gone and all is gloom again. "Tis sure some dream, some vision vain, Which never more my heart must glad, Hast thou, my child, forgot ere this A mother's face, a mother's tongue; She'll ne'er forget your parting kiss, Nor round her neck how fast you clung, Nor how with me you sued to stay, Nor how that suit your sire denied, Nor how I'll drive such thoughts away, They'll make me mad! they'll make me mad His rosy lips, how sweet they smiled! His mild blue eyes, how bright they shone! None ever bore a lovelier child! And art thou now for ever gone, |