The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1866-11-14
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Where life isjoyl
Pure at thy death as at thy birth,
Thy spirit caught no faint from earth;
Even nv its bliss we mete our dearth.
- - ga Casa Wappy!
Despair was in our last farewell,
As closed thine eye;
Tsars, of our anguish could not tell,
When thou didst die;
Words may not paint our grief for thee,
,Siohs are but bubbles in the sea
OF our unfathomed agony,
- 'Di Casa Wappyl
Thou vert vision of delight
To bless US given;
Beauty embodied to our sight,
a type Of heaoen;
so dear to us thou vert, thou art
Even less thine own self, than part
of mine and of thy mothers heart,
' Casa Wappyl
Thy bright brief day knew no decline
Twas cloudless joy;
Sunrise and night alone were thine,
Beloved boy;
This morn beheld thee blithe and gay;
That found thee PROSTATE in decay;
And ere third shone, clay was clay,
Casa Wappy!
Gem of our hearth, our household pride,
Earth's indebted;
Could love have saved thou hads't not died Z!
Our dear sceet chilli!
Humbly we bow to Fate's decree;
Yet had we hoped that time should see
Thee mourn for us, not US for thee,
Casa Wappy!
Do what may. go where Will,
Thou mept'st nv sight:
There dost thou glide before me still
A form of light
I feel thy breath upon my cheek
I see thee smile. hear thee speak
Till o! my heart is like to break.
Casa Wappy!
Methinks thou smilst before ME now,
With glance of stealth;
The hair thrown back from thy full brow
In buoyant health;
see thine eyes deep violet light,
Thy dimpled check carnationed bright,
Thy clasping arms so round and white
Casa Wappy!
The nursery shows thy pictured wall,
Thy bat, thy bow,
Thy cloak and bonnet, club and ball;
But where art thou?
A corner holds thine empty chair;
: The playthings idly scattered there,
But speak to us of our despair,
Casa Wappyl
Even to the last thy very word
To glad, to grieve-
Was sweet as sweetest song of bird,
On summers eve;
In outward beauty undecay'd,
Death DER thy spirit cast no shade,
But like rainbow thou didst fade,
Casa Wappy!
We mourn for thee when blind, blank night
The chamber fills;
We pine for thee when morn's first light
Reddens the hills:
The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea,
All, to the wall-hower and wild pea.
Are changed-we SAW the world through thee
7.s5 Casa Wappy!
And though perchance, smile may CLEAN
0fcasual mirth,
1t doth not own, whate'er may seem,
An inward birth:
We miss thy small step on the stair,
We miss thee at thine evening prayer,
All day we miss thee everywhere,
Casa Wappy
Shows muffled earth when thou did'st 90,
= In life's spring bloom,
Down to the appointed house below,
p The silent tomb:
But now the green leaves of the tree,
The cuckoo, and the busy bee,'
Return-and with them bring not thee,
Casa Wappy!
IT'S so; but can it be while flowers
Revive again,
Mans doom, in death, that ne and and our's
For aye remainl
o! can it be that Ger the grave
The grass renewed should yearly wave,
Yet God forget our child to save
/. Casa Wappyl
1t cannot be; for were it so
Thus man could die,
Life were mockery, thought were woe,
And truth lie;
Heaven were a coinage of the brain,
Religion frenzy-virtue vain,
With all our hopes to meet again
Casa Wappy!
Then be to US, o dear, lost child
with beams of love)
A stair. deaths uncongenial wild
Smiling above;
Soon, soon thy little feet have trod
The skyrard path-the seruph's road.
That led thee back from man to God,
-. casa Wappyl
Yet It's sweet balm to our despair,
Fond, fairest boy.
That heaven is Gods and thou art there
With him in joy;
There past are death and all its woes,
There beauty's stream forever flows,
And pleasures day NO sunset knows,
:, Casa Wappy!
Farewell, then-for while, farewell
Pride of my heart
1t cannot be that long We dwell,
Thus torn apart:
Times shadows like the shuttle flee:
And, dark howe'er lies night may be,
Beyond the grave I'll meet with thee,
Casa Wappy!
PEGGYDOGGYREL.
When Peggy's arms her dog imprison,