Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-07-12
THE FATHERS GRAVE.

II wa, n sisit Of beauty, tho rp.ete
With sad reflections, that would wake The sign
OF tender Pity the scene was loveyj
4. was , summers eve, In that bright land
Wl,ere orange groves and flowers oi every hue
Bloom beautifully the sunny cline
OF happy Italy, Tie calm, pale moon
thed o'e or the fertile earth her thousand beams
To light the widow with her orphan twins
Un;o The grave yard, where In deaths cold slccp
Repssed their father, in an humble grave
Marked by no stone, or monument OF PRIDE
blooming rose tree which in life he loved,
The pious widow had transpanted there
Ylc tenant of tliat grave had met his death
As qalIant solder should in serving that,
Which, next 20 his Creator man should serve
N ith heart sincere and 10 us cause attached
The land which gave him brtl-his native land'
The widow still was youthful ard was fair.
Tho, grief had placed the lilly on tie cheek,
Where once IN beauty boonI'd the rose OF health;
Sho weeping stood by that low narrow bed
Whercinlay half her heart; her boy and girl
Were by their only grief, their mothers tears
They asked the cause of 50 much bitterness
che pointed TO the grave, and thus She spake,
While tean like dew, over marble face
Rolled brightly down her cheem,by grief made pale.
MOTHER.
Nv tsen, poor nnscents are shed for you;
And 10 sadness now have brought you here,
80 lead you 10 tie grave where sleeps your slre
WHY sleeps our sire here us far better
He should 20 with 70 cottage home
I'u wsks him, mother
MOTHER.
Kush hush my d,rn:
Thou cans not wake iny faiher-I hive called
Full oftey, IN tile bitterness Of g,ef, 49,
Upon him, yel wAke him nu-tho1 canH not
He sdosdI
Dead! shot sparrow wrA
The bow be gave me-the afniw plerc.d its side,
And the poor bird died lingering nj my feet
Oh hGw !: struggled, ere its end arrived
Was such my fathers pain, Oh! tell ne
Did he Struggle he died and suffer
Like that gentle did, sweet hOtfer!
MOTHER.
Wossc worse, my hry, thy guiele.s head wss pained
In merey seeing poor sparrows dcatA-
Oh bow II would have bled, hadsi thou bched
Thy father fall in baltlc-and there die.
GIRL.
What s q battle, mother.
And tel me why my father left hs hou,e
And thiiher went.
oh! can tell thee what battle is
For on Of tIen To has Father spoke
And told Eie too, how there he bmvely fought
That foeincn might not dcs0laie our cot,
And drive ls To foreign hhd perchance
III tell thee what ne said hattie was
When ioernen meet each ether and then hight
With naked swords and cannon, didst thou hesr
Thsu wouldst nun far and hide hysefin fright,
They strive to kin each other too sweetsis,
And thus fear our father met his death
{s II not 10, kind mother!
MOTHER.
True! my boy,
Twas even So thy gallant father died,
And now thou hast no friend beside myself
And Con alone 10 watch and guard Thy youth:
! brought lhcc 10 this grave, TO kneo with me
And join thy pray'rs Of innocence with mine,
That NE who will mol e. the orphan want,
May give thy mother fontude TO rear
The two last scions Of Thy fathers race.
BoY.
Oh yes my ru1ier soon, thou art aware
shall be old enough TO toll for thee,
And we again shall see thee smile in Joy:
Hypolita will join her help with niuc
TO make thy life glide happily ssong-