New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1859-06-13

q Ny father often kissed my cheek, and smiled
TO hear my prattling, while he fondly drew
+ Ne to his heart, 10 noble, kind, and true.
Ny solacs mid my many cares is this,
Ny early home was surely one of bliss;
And there, as years passed on with silent pace,
, New faces came that blissful home to grace;
. Nor was there in the wide extended land,
"A brighter, happier, or more loving band;
Which one by one unto our home was given,
Until our " household gods y had numbered seven.
There, side by side, to ripper years we grew,
And naught Of grief or worldly wisdom knew.
The world, its bitter cares. and cruel strife,
Marred not the joys of our secluded life.
; Safe, anchored in the port, secure from harm,
Fearless, the mariner surveys the storm
So in the haven OF our home we dwelt,
And naught Of coming i'll or sorrow felt.
But we know nothing that from change is free,
Mutation ceaseless marks earth's destiny.
Though bright our joys, they will not with us stay
There's nought SO sweet that twill not pass away
i And changes came : first from our circle passed,
4 A brother dear his future lot was cast
Far from his boyhood's home with heart elate,
He went his destiny to consummate.
We missed him sadly; every night and day
Our heart grew sad, because he was away
His love for Us in absence grew not dim,
And day by day, we breathed fond prayers for him.
The absent God be with them we can pray
| For those We love, no matter where they stray
That they're not with us, still we must deplore;
Yet can we pray, o, God! our friends restore.
Then came bridal day and marriage feast
There stood the whiterobed maids and sanity priest
Bridegroom and bride smiles beaned and tears fell
fast,
As from our midst a lovely sister passed
She, who had been our dearest joy and pride,
Went from our midst, happy, blooming bride;'
strangers heart with her young love was blest
But, was it he, or we, that loved her best?
Time fed !: upon hapless day there called
A guest, whose embassage our hearts appalled,.
lovely infant yielded up its breath,
And first we gazed upon the face of death.
His young lips tasted but lifes bitter draught
And then, Disguised, left it all unquafed.
He meekly bowed his young and sinless head
And soon was numbered with the early dead.
Spring bloomed again, and earth in beauty smiled
Nor felt his loss" twas but little child"
But sorrow dwelt about our hearts and hearth,
We deeply mourned, that from our hearts was riyen
So soon the loved one to our keeping given;
It scarce could soothe keen and cureless pain,
To know our loss was his eternal gain
Yet felt twas better far to have above
One little angel in the realms Of love,
Though his young heart slept meath Deaths gloomy
pail,
Than never to have known his love at all.
But sorrows come not singly ere death left,
Our household of its youngest born bereft,
He marked nobler victim for his prey,
And laughed in triumph as he went his way;
For well be knew how true his arrow sped,
Though all unseen the wound in secret bled.
We do not mark the serpent meath the 1owrs,
Nor dream of darkness in our sunny hours
Why should we cling to aught beneath the sky,
Where all we love must fade so soon and die?
O, why should we SO fondly place our trust,
On hopes that must return so soon to dust?
But tits our heritage, this human love,
Mysterious gift sent down from God above,
And tho death here discover the bright chain,
Heaven will unite the broken ties again.
o, tell me- heavenly Hope, when life is DER,
Shall we not meet on some fair, sinless shore,
Who of our very being form part?
0 yes, there is brighter cline than this,
Where tears shall no more mingle with our bliss,
Az, this bright hope soothes cen deaths darkest
pain,
And whispers, yes, yes, we shall meet again
A dark presentiment upon me stole,
And dread forebodings filled with gloom my soul:
All whence came it, or what could thus impart,
The mystic knowledge that came DER my heart?
felt that heaven, which all my life had smiled
IN me, and blessed me as fay'rite child,
Would soon withdraw her kind, indulgent care,
IND leave my anguished soul to bleak despair.
Dur mothers smile was sweet, twas ever So
'ut on her cheek now came a brighter glow
han formerly: twas painful to the sight,
ike to her lustrous eyes, unearthly bright.
We knew not whence that fatal luster came,
We knew not twas subtle, silent flame,
hat secretly consumes the vital breath,
md cheats with hope cen in the hour of death.
If death? ay, we have learned that baleful bloom,
o be the sure precursor to the tomb;
lave seen the lovely and the loved expire
When cheek and eye glowed with its fatal fire.
Twas Sabbath morn, glorious sunt day,
'air nature smiled in gorgeous, grand array,
sleh autumn was with smiling plenty blest,
and all things were with joy and gladness drest.
Ill nay, our hearts were filled with bitter grief,
sor Sabbath morn, nor sunshine brought relief;
We scarce could gaze on natures face so fair,
Dur hearts were tortured with such wild despair.
I'm dying!"-'twas our mothers voice" AIS
well!
dy children, tho it is my last farewell,
ray do not weep; tits not an hour for tears,
sor bliss ecstatic to my soul appears
}, is this death? No no, it's but the dawn
Of everlasting life! When am gone
Think not of me as dead, nor be distrest,
For in heaven shall be supremely blest;
Now raise me up, and open wide the door,
And let me look upon the world once more
Thank God for all the sunny days I've passed,
hut most for this, the brightest, and the last!
III atm0af ppn l.