Poems (Truesdell)/The Sick Child's Lament
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THE SICK CHILD'S LAMENT.
"Oh! mother, I am sorrowful;
There 's sadness in my heart;
I know not why it is, and yet
All day the tears will start.
There 's sadness in my heart;
I know not why it is, and yet
All day the tears will start.
"They tell me of a better land;—
O mother, is it so,
That they who reach those radiant shores,
No pain or sickness know?
O mother, is it so,
That they who reach those radiant shores,
No pain or sickness know?
"And, mother, in my sleep, last night.
There o'er my spirit fell
A strange sweet dream, I scarce know why,
But fain to thee would tell.
There o'er my spirit fell
A strange sweet dream, I scarce know why,
But fain to thee would tell.
"I thought that, robed in spotless white,—
A crown upon my head,—
Surrounded by a fairy band
Of children,—I was led
A crown upon my head,—
Surrounded by a fairy band
Of children,—I was led
"By a tall figure, clothed in black—
A scepter in his hand,
And every one to whom he spoke
Sprang forth at his command.
A scepter in his hand,
And every one to whom he spoke
Sprang forth at his command.
"He led us on through darksome scenes,
And damp unwholesome air;
And then there burst upon my sight,
A scene so heavenly fair—
And damp unwholesome air;
And then there burst upon my sight,
A scene so heavenly fair—
"A city, all of purest gold,
Set round with radiant gems,
And, every place I looked, I saw
Ten thousand diadems;
Set round with radiant gems,
And, every place I looked, I saw
Ten thousand diadems;
"And countless numbers tuned their harps,
In strains of music sweet;
And angels, bearing golden lyres,
Came forth our steps to greet.
In strains of music sweet;
And angels, bearing golden lyres,
Came forth our steps to greet.
"They led us to a lofty throne,
Of ivory and gold:—
But, ah! the beauty of that place
Must still be all untold;
Of ivory and gold:—
But, ah! the beauty of that place
Must still be all untold;
"For could my childish lips assume
An angel's heavenly tone,
Fruitless and vain my words would prove,
And useless be the loan.
An angel's heavenly tone,
Fruitless and vain my words would prove,
And useless be the loan.
"Then wonder not I 'm sorrowful,
And have been so all day;
For though I love my own dear home,
I fain would always stay
And have been so all day;
For though I love my own dear home,
I fain would always stay
"Amid those scenes so beautiful,
So gladdening to the eye:
But, ere I reach that lofty home,
Dear mother, I must die."
So gladdening to the eye:
But, ere I reach that lofty home,
Dear mother, I must die."
The mother's cheek grew deadly pale,
Her eyes were filled with tears,
She placed her hand upon her heart,
As stifling all her fears;
Her eyes were filled with tears,
She placed her hand upon her heart,
As stifling all her fears;
But when she spoke, her words were calm
As an unruffled stream,
And gentle, tender, pure and kind
As her own loved one's dream:—
As an unruffled stream,
And gentle, tender, pure and kind
As her own loved one's dream:—
"Thy prayer is heard, my beautiful,
My loving one and bright!
Thy lips to me too soon will breathe
Their last—yes, last 'Good night!'"
My loving one and bright!
Thy lips to me too soon will breathe
Their last—yes, last 'Good night!'"
"Yes, mother, for I hear again
The music softly flow,
And see the angels beckon me,—
I 'm weary, and would go
The music softly flow,
And see the angels beckon me,—
I 'm weary, and would go
"To join that high and holy throng
"Who worship there above,—
One kiss, dear mother! 'tis the last,
Last pledge of earthly love!"
"Who worship there above,—
One kiss, dear mother! 'tis the last,
Last pledge of earthly love!"
She placed a kiss upon her child.
In fondness, but in woe;
Then knelt in that deep agony,
Which none but mothers know.
In fondness, but in woe;
Then knelt in that deep agony,
Which none but mothers know.
But when she rose the storm had ceased;
She felt as one who'd given,
With all its pure and sinless truth,
An angel back to heaven.
She felt as one who'd given,
With all its pure and sinless truth,
An angel back to heaven.