Forget Me Dot. WO children where the waters flow See azure blossoms twinkling low, And smile with love the name to know, "Forget-me-not." A youth and maiden pass that way, "Forget me not!” In circles shivers the pale light A woman's cry rings through the night, 126 FORGET ME NOT. Time past: none wept, none sought, none knew, A wave-kissed skull, whence crept a blue he Suicide's Burial. HE time was tending to the hour And on the shadow of the tower About the shadow of a grave Was grouped a slender band (Where friend or foe, the rich or slave, Might mingle hand-in-hand): They brought the suicide's remains Which do not shun that trust. VOL. VI. L 2 128 THE SUICIDE'S BURIAL. The stricken wife, the orphaned child, Had come to do their last; No sound was there of weeping wild, No holy man of God was there Mechanic duties, dark and dull, Rapt in the ministry of love, They felt no passing shower. The wronging hand that wrought the deed, In undivided death and meed They laid them soft and low. THE SUICIDE'S BURIAL. The magic moonbeams gathered round And slipped into their soul : The moonbeams chained them to the ground With saddest, sweet control. The sullen rattle of the clod They could not see the hand of God, At last the music of the boy "By that all-conquering faith we know, The hand alone has wreaked the blow, Then all about the silent grave Knelt in immortal prayer, Which blossomed into praise that gave 129 |