Gem of our hearth, our household pride,
Earth's undefiled;

Could love have saved, thou hadst not died,
Our dear, sweet child!

Humbly we bow to Fate's decree;
Yet had we hoped that Time should see
Thee mourn for us, not us for thee,
Casa Wappy!

Do what I may, go where I will,
Thou meet'st my sight;

There dost thou glide before me still-
A form of light!

I feel thy breath upon my cheek-
I see thee smile, I hear thee speak-
Till, oh! my heart is like to break,
Casa Wappy!

Methinks thou smil'st before me now,
With glance of stealth;

The hair thrown back from thy full brow
In buoyant health:

I see thine eyes' deep violet light,
Thy dimpled cheek carnationed bright,
Thy clasping arms so round and white,
Casa Wappy!

The nursery shows thy pictured wall,
Thy bat, thy bow,

Thy cloak and bonnet, club and ball;
But where art thou?

A corner holds thine empty chair,
Thy playthings idly scattered there,
But speak to us of our despair,

Casa Wappy!

But now the green leaves of the tree, The cuckoo and "the busy bee," Return-but with them bring not thee, Casa Wappy!

'Tis so; but can it be (while flowers Revive again)

Man's doom, in death that we and ours For aye remain?

Oh! can it be, that o'er the grave

The grass renewed should yearly wave, Yet God forget our child to save?Casa Wappy!

It cannot be for were it so

Thus man could die,

Life were a mockery, Thought were wo,
And Truth a lie;

Heaven were a coinage of the brain,
Religion frenzy, Virtue vain,

And all our hopes to meet again,

Casa Wappy!

CHAMBERS'S MISCELLANY.