Massachusetts spy and Worcester advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1823-1825, 1824-09-22
For the Massachusetts, spy.l
Mn Brothers Craze.

When evening sheds her mild and mellow light
On the still earth, and gives the glowing sky
Hues of her own celestial colouring,
And starry hosts light up their silver lamps,
Deep in the bright blue armament above,
Oft have stray'd, in melancholy mood,
To muse in silence DER my brothers. grave.
Spring earliest spreads her verdant carpet there;
The white and modest violet softly rests
On the green turf; and have seen the pale
And stainless rose-leaves, falling silently,
And faded, on the little mound of earth
That marks his lowly rest-the emblems pure
Ofchildhood's unpolluted life and death.
Ni.An, n;nglins with the busy sons of men,
For gold, " slave of the dark and dirty mine''-
We delve; or urg'd by Fame's hi h-calling
trump,
Or Pleasures soft and fascinating song,
We push our way, amid the noisy din,
Ola cold, calculating, selfish world,
The eye is fearless, and the heart UNTOUCHED.
But go-' go to the grave Of buried love,
And e!"--the bosom's fine toned chords
Shall then be thIill'd again, and feelings fount,
In all its early freshness, pour its flood,
As warm and gushing as when first it fow'd.
1t was quiet summer eve-ft hour
For pensive mus ing, and iinger'd long
Beside that lone and hallow'd spot-the grave;
Even till twilight's last, faint, fading ray
Had VANISHED, and the stars were shining now
Assweetly bright in Heavens far western zone,
As in its darker zenith. Years had pass'd
With swift and noiseless lapse away, since first
That green and grassy sod was planted there.
Still remembered we'll the time, when health
Placed on my brothers cheek its roseate tint ;
When childish pleasure sparkled in his eve,
And gave his step the light elastic bound
OfrecEless boyhood. Then twas mine to mark
The infant bud Of intellect unclose,
While partial love saw in each early thought
The germs OF future greatness and of worth.
But wasting sickness came and laid its hand
Upon him. Pale disease blanch'd his fair cheek
And weigh'd with pain his buoyant spirit down.
Deaths sure approach was slow; for many
weeks,
| Rock'd in his cradle, he would lie and play,
In all the sweetness of his happier hours;
Or, with his little hands, wreath the dark locks
In many glossy curl about his neck.
OFT would he listen with fearless 10y
To the loud thunder's deep and distant roar,
For his unsullied soul had never known
bring.
Untiring love hung DER his couch--the eye
| OF fond mother watch'd from day to day
Her lovely boy. She knew the arm of death
| Could not be staid, and even wish'd that now
Her child from suffering might be released.
Twas midnight, and no sound was heard, 70
break
Its lone and solemn stiffness, save the sigh
That came at times, deep from the heaving
breast
OF that sweet dying child. And now, at length,
When the long agony seemed past, smile
| Play'd DER his features, and his infant eye
Met the fond look other wto gave him birth ;
One word alone fell from his tongue-the first
And last he eve- spoke-"Mother," he said,
And died!
The Casket beautiful, was LETT,
But the bright gem it shrined, had gone Z" 10
grace
Saviour's crown"
There's loveliness in death!
| gaz'd Upon that cherub face, where late,
The blighting touch Of fell disease had been,
And it was calm-The sunken eye was shut,
His lips just parted, cold and colourless,
Like the small snow curl that the tempest
leaves,
And in the locks that rested on his brow,
His fingers, white and delicate, were twin'd.
We reGr'd no monumental stone above
His toItb and at his burial, no pomp
Norp ageantry was seen. The sorrowing heart
Needs not veil Of sombre hue, 10 tell
:" In idle mockery Of gtief,' its wo;
Nor asks the futile aid OF chisel'd stone,
Or moulded brass, remembrance 10 renew,
But on its own bright tablet, craven deep,
The sacred recollection il shall bear,
Till il puts off this load of mortal clay,
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