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" I 'LL WAKE AGAIN." |
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"I'LL WAKE AGAIN."
" What shall I tell your father, should you be sleeping when he arrives 7" asked an attendant of a sick friend. The dying girl answered, with a smile,—"Tell him I'll wake again." She slumbered—it was the Bleep of death.
Tell him I would have linger'd
Until I heard his step, But nature sunk in weariness,
And heavily I 've slept. Tell him my rest is quiet
And undisturb'd by pain, And that I bade yon tell him
His child would wake again.
Not in the dewy morning *
Shall his cherish'd one arise, When the sun begins his shining
In grandeur through the skies-Nor when the flower uncloses,
And the bird awakes his strain, Nor with bees, amid the roses,
Shall his loved one wake again.
Nor when the brook awakens The song I've-loved so well.
And the enlivening melodies Of spring around me swell; 8 |
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