THE TWO CHILDREN.
Heavy hangs the rain-drop From the burdened spray; Heavy broods the damp mist On uplands far away.
Heavy looms1 the dull sky, Heavy rolls the sea; And heavy throbs2 the young heart Beneath that lonely tree.
Never has a blue streak3 Cleft4 the clouds since morn; Never has his grim fate Smiled since he was born.
Frowning on the infant, Shadowing childhood's joy Guardian-angel knows not That melancholy5 boy.
Day is passing swiftly Its sad and sombre prime; Boyhood sad is merging6 In sadder manhood's time:
All the flowers are praying For sun, before they close, And he prays too——unconscious—— That sunless human rose.
Blossom——that the west-wind Has never wooed to blow, Scentless7 are thy petals8, Thy dew is cold as snow!
Soul——where kindred kindness, No early promise woke, Barren is thy beauty, As weed upon a rock.
Wither——soul and blossom! You both were vainly given; Earth reserves no blessing9 For the unblest of heaven!
Child of delight, with sun-bright hair, And sea-blue, sea-deep eyes! Spirit of bliss10! What brings thee here Beneath these sullen11 skies?
Thou shouldst live in eternal spring, Where endless day is never dim; Why, Seraph12, has thine erring13 wing Wafted14 thee down to weep with him?
"Ah! not from heaven am I descended15, Nor do I come to mingle16 tears; But sweet is day, though with shadows blended; And, though clouded, sweet are youthful years.
"I——the image of light and gladness—— Saw and pitied that mournful boy, And I vowed——if need were——to share his sadness, And give to him my sunny joy.
"Heavy and dark the night is closing; Heavy and dark may its biding17 be: Better for all from grief reposing18, And better for all who watch like me-
"Watch in love by a fevered pillow, Cooling the fever with pity's balm Safe as the petrel on tossing billow, Safe in mine own soul's golden calm!
"Guardian-angel he lacks no longer; Evil fortune he need not fear: Fate is strong, but love is stronger; And MY love is truer than angel-care."