TO THE NEW-BORN. 213 TO THE NEW-BORN.' A BLESSING on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears! A rainbow-welcome thine hath been, of mingled smiles and tears. Thy father greets thee unto life, with a full and chasten'd heart, For a solemn gift from God thou com'st, all precious as thou art! I see thee not asleep, fair boy, upon thy mother's breast, Yet well I know how guarded there shall be thy rosy rest; And how her soul with love, and prayer, and gladness, will o'erflow, While bending o'er thy soft-seal'd eyes, thou dear one, well I know! A blessing on thy gentle head! and bless'd thou art in truth, For a home where God is felt, awaits thy childhood and thy youth: Around thee pure and holy thoughts shall dwell as light and air, And steal unto thine heart, and wake the germs now folded there. 1 Addressed to the child of her eldest brother. Smile on thy mother! while she feels that unto her is given, In that young day-spring glance the pledge of a soul to rear for heaven! Smile! and sweet peace be o'er thy sleep, joy o'er thy wakening shed! Blessings and blessings evermore, fair boy! upon thy head! THE DEATH-SONG OF ALCESTIS. SHE came forth in her bridal robes array'd, Had burden'd her full soul. But now, oh! now, Its time was come-and from the spirit's depths, The passion and the mighty melody Of its immortal voice, in triumph broke, Like a strong rushing wind! The soft pure air Came floating through that hall-the Grecian air, Laden with music-flute-notes from the vales, THE DEATH-SONG OF ALCESTIS. Echoes of song- Borne on the battling waves of love and death, 66 go, I go! 215 Thou sun, thou golden sun, I go Far from thy light to dwell: Thou shalt not find my place below, Dim is that world-bright sun of Greece, farewell! "The laurel and the glorious rose O'er the dark wave I haste from them and thee. "Yet doth my spirit faint to part? Joy, solemn joy, o'erflows my heart, "Let not a voice of weeping rise- "For thee, for thee, my bosom's lord! Thee, my soul's loved! I die; Thine is the torch of life restored, Mine, mine the rapture, mine the victory! "Now may the boundless love, that lay In one consuming burst find way, "Thou know'st, thou know'st what love is now, Its glory and its might Are they not written on my brow? "No! deathless in thy faithful breast, Its own bright altar-place of rest, "Oh, the glad light!—the light is fair, And rich notes fill the scented air, And all are gifts-my love's last gifts to thee! THE HOME OF LOVE. 217 "Take me to thy warm heart once more! Night falls-my pulse beats low: Seek not to quicken, to restore Joy is in every pang-I go, I go! 66 "I feel thy tears, I feel thy breath, Keen is the strife of love and death; "Yet swells the tide of rapture strong, Though mists o'ershade mine eye! -Sing, Pæan! sing a conqueror's song! For thee, for thee, my spirit's lord, I die!" THE HOME OF LOVE. THOU mov'st in visions, love!-Around thy way, E'en through this world's rough path and changeful day, For ever floats a gleam, Not from the realms of moonlight or the morn, Love, shall I read thy dream?-oh! is it not Yes! lone and lowly is that home; yet there |