This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
72
poems.
The voice of love was sweet to hear
Beside Life's dark and stormy water;
And love and hope beam'd brightly there.
And bless'd Marina's gentle daughter.

1849.


TO MY SISTER MRS. EGERTON,
ON THE DEATH OF HER LITTLE BOY.

Gentle mother, weep no more:
Though thy sunshine here
Is clouded o'er, thy child is gone
To grace another sphere.

Gentle mother, hush thy sighs;
Where holy angels sing,
He joins the everlasting choir
In praise to heaven's great king.

Gentle mother, lift thy heart
To that bright world above;
Soon shalt thou hence be call'd away,
There rest thy heart in love.

Gentle mother, place thy hope
Above this world of care;
The Lord who took thy child above
Will join the parted there.

1856.