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366 FOREST MELODIES.
IT IS WELL THAT IT DIED.
[Remark of Miss Ermina, in reference to an infant whose parents were very poor and wicked.]
" It is well that it died "—for poverty's seal Would have stamp'd its young features too soon; The beautiful flower, crush'd, blighted, and spoil'd, Would have perish'd ere life's coming noon.
" It is well that it died "—for earth has a blight, Which falls on the young and the pure ;
Though the world may smile in its loveliest light, Its smiles to destruction allure.
" It is well that it died "—for its home is on high, Where the sorrows of earth never come;
It has reach'd that pure and beautiful sky, Through whose chambers no clouds ever roam.
" It is well that it died "—but the mother's heart Will not think such a providence just;
It requires all the strength which faith can impart, To commit our beloved to the dust.
VOICES OP AUTUMN.
The autumn winds sweep by: Hear'st thou from yonder wood their solemn tone ? Hark! hark! the language of that dismal moan—
" Mortal, prepare to die !