The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1867-12-07


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50sA wAPPY.
By D. N. MoIA.
Casa wappy vas the se-eonferred pet name Of sn infant
Of the snatehed away aer very brisE iness
And hast thou sought thy heavenly home.
Our fond, dearb boy
The realms where sorrow dare not come
Where life is joy7
Pure at thy death at thy birth,
Thy spirit caught taint from EARTH
Ever BY its bInsWe meet our DEATH
c0sa wapPy!
Despair in our last fareWsll.
As closed thine eye;
Tears Of anguish may not sell
When thou didst die;
Words may not paint our grief for thss
sighs but bubbles On the sea
or our unfsthomed sgony,
Cos. w.ppyt
Thou vert vision OF delight
Tc bless us given
Beauty embodied to our sight,
type Of heaven;
So dear to thou vert, thou ars
Even less thine own self than part
Of nins and Of thy mothers heart.
Cosa warPyi
Thy bright brief day knew no decline.
Twas eloudess joy;
SHnriss and night alone s-e thine.
Beloved boy
This beheId thee blythe AID gay,
That found thee PROSTATE in decay
And eeE third shOne, clay clay.
COsa waPPy
Gem of our hearth. ou household pride,
Earth's uadehed;
f,,,,,d eve have saved, thou hadst not died,
Our dear swcet child
HHmbIy we bow TO iste's decree.
Yet had We hoped that tine should
Thee mOuFH for us. not US for thee,
Cosa WapPy
Do what I may. 60 where viii.
Thou meetst my sight;
There dos't thou glide befors still
form Of lightl
feel thy breath upon my cheek
g .H I thee smile hear thee speAk-
Till oh my heart is Ike to break,
COsa Wary
a1ethinks thou smil'.t before me now.
With glance Of stealth,
The hair thrown back from thy full brow
In bouyant health;
see thine eyes deep violet light
Thy smpled cheek caruationsd bright,
Thy eIasping arms round and white.
COsa waPpy!
The nurssy shows thy pictured wall.
Thy bat thy bow,
Thy cloak and bonnet. club and ball;
But where thou!
A cofner holds thine empty chair.
Thy pia5thinss idly scattered there,
But speak tg us Of our despair,
cosa wappy!
Eren to the last thy every word
10 glad. grieve-
Was sweet sweetest song Of l5td
On summers
In outward beauty undeeGyedi
Death Ger thy spirit shade,
- And like the rainbow thou didst fade
Cosa 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 mooa the stars, the sea,
All. to the Ball-hower and wild-pea
Are changed,-we the world though thee
COsa WaPPyi
Shows mufied earth when thou didst 60.
In life's spring bloom.
Down to the appointed house below,
The silent tomb
But the green leaves of the tree,
The cuckoo and the busy bee"
Return-but with them bring not thee,
COsa WaPPyl
'Tis so; but can it be (whiIo flowers
Revive again)-
Mans doom, in death that We and
For age remain
Oh it be. that the grave
The grass renewed, shoald yearly
Yst God forget child to savel
COsa waPpy!
It cannot be for were it
Thus could die.
Life mOekery. Thought were NO.
And truth lisi
Heavou coinage OF the brain.
Religion frenzy virtue vain,
And al hopes to meet again.
Cosa WapPyi
Then be to US, dear, lost child
With beam of love-
A star, deaths uneongsaial wild
Smiling above;
Soon. thy little feet have trod
The sky-ward path. the seraph's road
That led thee back from to God.
Cosa wapP7i
Yet tbs sweet balm to despair,
Foad fairest boy
That heaven is Gods and thou art there
With him in JOY,
There past death. and all its woes,
There beauty's stream forever Cows. a.
Aud pleasures day sunset knows.
COsa WaPPy!
Farewell, then-fOr while, E.rew ell
Pride Of my heart!
Il be that long We dwell,
Thus torn anart
Tines shadows like the shuttle fee
And, dark howe'er iifss night may Be
Beyond the grave IN meet With thee,
COsa Wapppy,