The tri-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1866-1868, 1866-11-10

: DELTA" contributed many exquisite poems |
to Blackwood's Magazine.
= 0-- CASA WAPPY. -
And hast thou sought thy heavenly home, !
Our fond, dear boy |
The realms where sorrow dare not come,
Where life is joy2
Pure at thy death as at thy birth,
Thy spirit caught no faint from earth;
Even by its bliss we mete our dearth.
Casa Wappyl
Despair was in our last farewell,
AS closed thine eye;
Tours, of our anguish could not tell,
When thou didst die;
Words may not paint our grief for thee,
Sighs are but bubbles in the sea
Of our unfathomed agony,
Casa Wappy
Thou vert vision of delight
To bless US given;
Beauty embodied to our sight,
q type Of hea0en
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; so
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 undefled;
Could love have saved, thou hadst not died
Our dea, ssoeet child!
Humbly we bow to Fate's decree;
Yet had we hoped that time should see
Thee mourn for US, not us for thee,
Casa Wappyl
Do what I may, go where will,
Thou meetst my sight;
There dost thou glide before me still
form of light!
1 feel thy breath upon my cheek
I see thee smile, hear thee speak
III ' Casa wappyl
Methinks thou smil'st 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 cheek carnationed bright,
Thy clasping arms so round and white
Casa Wappyl
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 Wappyl
We mourn for thee when blind, blank night
The chamber fills;
We pine for thee when morn's first light
! Redticns the hills:
The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea,
All. to the wafl-t1ower and wild pea,
| Are changed-we saw the world through thee
Casa Wappyl
And though perchance, a smile may CLEAN
Ofcasual mirth,
| 1t doth not own, whateer 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 Wappyl
Shows muffied earth when thou did'st go,
In lite's spring bloom,
! Down to the appointed house below,
! 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 Wappyt
IT'S so; but can it be while flowers
Revive again,
Hans doom, in death, that we and ours
| For aye remains
o! can it be that DER the grave
The grass renewed should yearly wave,
| Yet God forget our child to save?
Casa wappy.
1t cannot be; tor were 1t so
| Thus man could die,
Life were mockery, thought were woe,
| And truth a lie
| Heaven were coinage of the brain,
I Religion frenzy-virtue vain,
With all our hopes to meet again
| Casa Wappyl
| 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
Tile skylca,,d path-tle seraph's road,
| That led thee back from man to God,
Casa Wappyl
Yet tits 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 Wappyl
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 life's night may be,
Beyond the grave I'll meet with thee,
Casa Wappy!