Edwardsville Spectator

POETRY.

From the Charleston Courier:

I will go to the grave where my child has gone
And strew its turf with my flowers;
He was my lov'd and my only one,
The charm of my lonely hours :
Oh ! he was life in its freshest bloom,
He cheer'd me many a day ;
His smiles and beauty lit my gloom,
And chas'd its night away.
Day after day, like an opening flower
His mother's pride he grew;
He seem'd like an infant germ of power,
So bright he met my view;
I saw in his gay exulting face,
The future greatness glow ;
And I thought his light infantine grace
To manhood's strength would grow.
I read in every word and smile,
The father's look and tone;
And I hung on those dear eyes the while,
As when first our hearts were one;
So bright a vision could not last,
That dear illusion fled;
Like a rainbow-cloud away it passed,
To the cold and voiceless dead.
But there's a home where dear ones meet,
And blend their innocent love;
Where hours of happiness never fleet,
In the peaceful world above;
Where the links that bind our souls by death,
Shall never be broken more,
But a better life, with its quick'ning breath,
Shall every charm restore,
Then cease, ye bitter tears, to fall ;
My heart its grief shall bear,
Till I hear from heaven, the tender call,
Of love invite me there.

P.