Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1827-09-26
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THE BURIAL:-A FRAGMENT.

HE BORlA'4:-A FRAGMENT.
There Joy earth-the tvitierinr swallow ne
II aItcd along in sunshine and shade needed not the
bitter waihngs of affection and distess-he wild bird
in its noiseiess flight, softly silent falls the snow.
Naie, seemed unInlndful wo, flashed IFS ynr
the vision, like the thought of dream during
the hushed hours of midnight and vanished as sudden
IL. To me the sight of their joyous felicity brought no
gladneashe sounds Of their rnirlh fell cold up0n t,e
heart il seemed but bitter mocory, and spoke of DAYS
departed The bright and Ianguis!ing skies seemed
insensibe that they smiling ruin and decay:
that one OF hopes airest, sweetest flowers, had dropped
and died; and now, even no", 10 &c laid in the
e,rth'G cold bosom.
had seen the child in its gultess beauty, when j,
thing all glowing with health, Innocence and ;oy;
: Ahd seen 1t folded IN the OF her that bore it. in
al the overwhelming fondness 4 mothers love- had
heard that little voice ringing its joyful like sweets
est music had seen these little hands stretched TO the DO
som OF IFS mother Tvs hing about her like tenlrlls round
the parent stem. But now her blessino her younges,
nyeest slept not the soft bosom mothers ten
derness, but with the quiet dead That was bushed
and silent unstrung haT! Death DEATH how lovely
canst thou be- Though pale and e!ess,it wore smile
passoniess and pure the chefub olimnoraLy had
nothing OF the corpse about it, bat whiteness no
thing OF the grave but its stiffness. So beautiful he
seemed like the lamb deciicd with iowerv garland
Tor the sacrifice. could fam have land dowo by its
SIDE, in the cold bosom of mother, on the
IaI and silent mil.
Thou weepest, fond moher--ah! we'll thou mavest
Hard is for thee TO lay thy loved in the damp
earth beneath the cold clos of the valley; a is il TO
reflect that this thy child ofpecTless beauty, will never
Chidhood's affection. Alb! these are recoec-
lions .ha weigh upon the soul even to oyerpoweriBe
Memory tells thee thou art desolae: il tells, too, OF
playful smiles, of housand soft and winning WAYS
that around mothers BOSOM il tells of the sweet
wild throbbngs of uDspeakable bliss, tat were Their e
when softly soothing him TO slunber and repose. Now
the foliage of the willow will be his shelter and the
house his abiding place. the Dursury will 10
resouDd with his gladstone mrth: the cradle in
which had SO Oft reposed in quiet, Is now deso!ae
Thou weepest, fond mother.
The last look. The time ia come when she may gaze
once more 90 her sleeping boy the pail is settled
upon his iiieless bOw OH! lhe bitter agony of that
moment one long burning kiss upon his marble fore
head and lie is Shut from her view.
No more, dearest boy shalt thou li-
With drowsy smile and hali-shtt eye
Piow'd upon thy mothers breast
Sercney sinking into
For God hath laid thee down o sleep,
Like pure pearl beneath the deep,
Look abroad fond mother, the ways of sinful men.
aud repine more that God hath made thy child an
angel in the regions Of bliss. Now his song miDgles
with the thanksgiving OF the blesG sancied, safe aud
secure from the stormy blasts of iniquiy, with Him
who is from everlasting.
The long train of weeping friends Gathered around
fresh dug grave The coffin lowered into lis t.
nal resting place that vale Of solitude and silence:
the spirit of him who lovely here, had, long
ere this crossed the dark waters, and is safely Ian
ded upon the iloweTy coast of world Of fadelesg
bloom.
Afterwards stood by lba little graye the moor, was
beamng il like his pure spirit the willow sighed
above il if IT knew the pure the beautiful conc
and the green grass waved above bin lhc the gentle
bIllow DER the pcaIlt buies and WISHED that too,
could sleep calmly silently by that sweet boy;
prayed that too, might be hC passed from this
vale Of bitterness, sorrow and OF Tears. The blood
strange nine, bnt loved inc better than brother
Farewell, dear boy.