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160 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
That evening remembrance presented to view Each form and each feature so plain,
That it seem'd my dear brothers had waken'd from death, And encircled our fireside again!
I saw them—I saw them! The first one, who fell
With a forehead so tranquil and fair, And the dark eye, whose lustre was caught from above,
With the look which the glorified wear: As calmly he smiled as when this was his home,
And his voice had the same gentle tone— I saw him, I heard him beside our lone hearth—
How could I believe he had gone!
# The one who soon follow'd, the next to depart,
The youngest, whose cheek was so bright Ere Death's fearful signet was placed on his brow,
Where it glisten'd so pearl-like, so white:— He was there with that smile of affection so warm,
Which in sickness and health ever shone; The light of hb cheerfulness gladden'd my heart,
And I could not believe he was gone.
And the other was with us—the last one who fell, The last one who sunk to the tomb;
The last one who whisper'd a solemn farewell, And enter'd the mansions of gloom! |
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