New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-02-04
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A cHrLDs CRAVE AT FLORENCE.

cHILD's CRAVE AT FLORENCE
are, bern y.l,, lsas died Noreutey, 1919.
~ ELizAsETA sAERETr sRowEiSs.
or English bloo1-of Tuscan birth,
What country should we give her
Instead Of any on the earth.
Tho civic heavens receive her.
And here among the English tonlbs,
Ia Tuscan ground we lay her,
While the blue Tuscan sky endomes
Our English words Of prayer.
A T,tle child--how long she lived.
BY nnoDths, not years, is reckoned
Born one July--she survived
Alone to see second
Bright featured as toe July sun
Her little face still played in
And splendors, with her birth begun
Had had no time for fading.
So, LrLY-from those July hours
No wonder we sbopld call her;
Sac look ed such kndsbip 10 the Ao~eYs-
Was but little taller
A Tuscan hly--Only white
AS Dante. ia adherence
OF red corruption, wished, arght.
The lilies OF has Florence.
We could not wish her whittier her
Who pefumed with pure blossom
The house "a lovely thing 10 wear
Upon a mothers bosom
This July creature thought perhaps
Our speech not worth assuming,
She sat upon her parents laps,
And nirnicked the gnat's humminS.
Said" Father, Mother then, left of
Fer tJngues celestial, filter
Her hair had grown Just long enough
To catch Heavens jasper glitter.
Babes Love could always hear and soc
Behind the cloud that hid them -
Let little children come 10 me,
And do not thou forbid them
Go. unforbidding, have we met,
And gently here have Land her.
Though Winter is no time 70 get
The flowers that should o erspread her
We should bring psnsies, quick with SPRING
Rose, tiolet, daHodily-
And also above everything.
White lilies for our LILY
Nav. more than flowers this grave exacts-
Glad. grateful aitesiatons
OF her sweet eyes and pretty acts
With calm renncstions
Her very mother with light feet,
Should leave the place too earthly
Saying" The angels have thee, sweet
Because 80 are not worthy
Bot winter kills the oTange-buds--
The gardens in the frost ere
And all the heart dissolves in foods.
Remembering We have lost her
Poor earth-poor heart too weak, too weak
To Iass the July shining
Poor heart what bitter words Us speak
When Goa speaks Of resigning
Sustain that hear; 10 us that isints,
Thou God. the SeifExis;ent
We catch up wild at parting saints.
And fee thy Heaven too distant
The wind that swept them out Of SIN.
Has rufied all our vestore
On the shut door that let them in
We beat with frantic gesture
To us-us also open straight
The outer life is chilly.
Are ne, too, like the earth, 10 wait
Till next year for our LILY
o. my own baby on my knees,
Ny esping. dimped treasure
At every word | write like these.
Clssped close with stronger pressure
At every word, beats fuller
Nv little feet, my little hands,
And hair oil LILI's color
Bot God gives pntience-Lo owe learns strength
AMI Faith remembers promise
And Hope itself can smile a; length
On other hopes gone from US.
Love, strong as Death. can conquer Dealt,
Through struggle made more glorious
This mother stills her sobbing breath,
Reaounoing, yet victorious
Arms empty Of her child she Lifts
With spirit unbereaven;
" God will no, all take back his gifts.
Ny LIIY's mine in Heaven
F" St;ll mine--materna rights serene
Not given TO another y
The crystal bars shine faint between
The souls OF child and mother.
" Meanwhile the mother cries, content
Our love was well divided:
les sweetness following where che went,
Its anguish stayed whore did.
q w ell done OF God, to halve the lot.
And give her ali the sweetness
To us--the empty room anG cot;
To her-the Heavens completeness
To us-the grave; 10 her---tho rows,
The mystic palm trees spring IN
To US the silence in the house
To her---the choral singing
rror her-to gladden. in Gods view
For us--to hope and bear on;
Grow, LILY, in thy garden new,
Beside the Rose OF Sharon
Grow fas, In Heaven, sweet LILY clipped.
la love more calm than this is
And may the angels dewy Tipped
Remind thee oil our Aisses
While none shah tell thee OF our tears
These human tears now falling
TIL, after few patient wears.
One Homo shall take as all in
"Child, father. mother-who, len out
Not mother, and not lsther =
And when. their dying couch about
The natural mists shall gather.i
=. some smiling angel close shall stand
In old Correggios fashion,
Rearing LEIy IN his hand
.ts For Deaths AySUSCIArtoN
NARRATION OPEN Here it ia ON the hrst u
Ar1iar, and navigation resumed. The Manhattan has
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Ice 50 iAs TIE amount ii hGslrcss&ai ~ securea
hox,s that sfenpt navigation Is Qg'je limited and really
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