June 2, 1860.]
A CRUISE IN A TUB.
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Not mourn for thee? Ah, lying grief!
The tears which will have way,
O’erburden’d Nature’s kind relief,
But seem to disobey.
It is but for ourselves we weep,
For our own loss repine;
Ah, God! unwittingly we keep
That dying charge of thine, Mary!
If, in that better world on high,
Where thou art dwelling now,
Thou yet canst bend a pitying eye
On us who weep below;
Oh, whisper, from that glorious sphere
The selfish love forgiven
That would have bound a Martyr here,
And grudged a Saint to Heaven, Mary!
Harry Leroy Temple.
A CRUISE IN A TUB.