American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1825-01-25
FROM THE NEw-ENGLAND GALAXY.
"THE LITERARY SOUVENIR. I"

h' Mrs. Hemans, and others Several extracts Civ
en- IN the Literary Gazette all of which rich in poet
zeal and moral beauty. The following is by Aarick A
Watts the Editor which parent, that has lost child
can read without a sigh
THE DEATH OF THE FIRsT-BoRN
Fare thee zve1, aiouf and tairest!
Fare thee rveH, thou best and dearest Burns.
My sweet one my one, the tears were in my eyes
When first casped thee to my heart and heard thy feeble
For thought of all that had borne as bent me down te
kiss
Thy cherry lips and sunny brow my rstborn bud of bliss
turned to many wthered hope-o years of grief and
And the cruel wrongs of bitter world flashed DER my bo
ding brain -
thought Of friends, grown than cold of persecut
And asked of Heaven if ills like these must mar thy youths
repose
gazed upon thy quiet facehaf blinded by my tears
Till CLEANS of bliss, unfet before came Frightening OIL my
fears
Sweet rays of hope that arer shone mid the clouds OF
gloom that bound them,
AS stars dart down their oveliest light when midnight
skies are round them
My sweet one my one, thy les brief hour is DER
And fathers anxious fears for thee can everme no more;
And for the hopes-he sunbrght hopesthat blossomed
They too have fed prove how fs are cherished things
of earth!
lis true that thou vert young, my child but though brief
thy span below,
TO me it was little age of agony and wo;
For from thy first faint dawn of life thy cheek began to
fade,
And my heart had thy welcome breathed ere my
hopes were wrapt in shade
Oh the child in its hours of health and bloom that dear
as thou vert then,
Grows far more prized-more fondy loved-n sickness
and in pain;
And thus twas thine PROVE dear babe when every hope
lost,
Ten times precious my soufor all that thou hadst
cost
Graded in thy fair mothers arms watched thee, day
by day,
Pale like the second bow of Heaven gently waste away;
And sick with dark forebodng fears dared breathe
aloud,
Sat- hand in hand. in speechless grief to wait deaths COM
ing cloud.
1t came at length o'er thy bright blue eye the film was
gathering fast
And awful shade passed DER thy brow the deepest and
the last -
In thicker gushes thy breathwe raised thy droop.
ing head
moment more-the final pang-and thou vert of the
dead!
Thy gentle mother turned away hide her face from me-
And mrmured low of Heavens behests and bliss attained
She would have child me that mourned doom best
thine,
Had not her deep grief burst forth in tears as wild
mine
We laid thee down in thy sinessre and from thine infant
brow
Culed soft lock of radiant harour only soace now
Then placed around thy beauteous corse, fowers-not
more fair and sweet
Twin rosebuds in thy little hands, and jasmine thy feet
Though other offspring still be ours, as fair perchance
thou,
With all the beauty ofthy cheekthe sunshine thy brow
They never replace the bud early fondness hurst
They may be lovely and beloved but notke thee-the
first.
THE FIRST How many memory bright that one sweet
word can bring
Of hopes that blossomed, dropped and died. in es de-
lghtfu spring,
OF ervd feelings passed awaythose early seeds of bliss
That germinate in hearts unsearedby such world this
My sweet one, my sweet one, my Fairest and my First
When think OF what thou mights have been my heart
is like to burst;
But CLEANS of gladness through my soul their soothing
radiance dart,
And my sghs hushed, my dried. when turn
to what thou art
Pure as the snowflake it falls and takes the stain Of
earth,
With not faint of mortal life except thy mortal birth
God babe thee early taste the spring for which many
thirst,
And bss-eterna bssis hine my Fairest. and my First