LIGHT ON LITTLE GRAVES. HOW PEACEFULLY! How peacefully they rest, Upon his little breast, Those tiny hands that ne'er were still before, Her heart no more will beat, To feel the touch of that soft palm, That ever seemed a new surprise, How quiet are the hands That wore those pleasant bands! But that they do not rise and sink Is this his slumber! Time scarce can number The years ere he will wake again— He did but float a little way Adown the stream of time, With dreamy eyes watching the ripples play, And listening to their fairy chime. His slender sail Ne'er felt the gale; He did but float a little way, Mingled the waters with the land, Where he was seen no more! Oh! stern word-nevermore ! THE ONE BUD. 15 LIFE THROUGH DEATH. A DEWDROP falling on the wild sea wave, THE ONE BUD. ONE little bud adorned my bower, Yet not for ever in the dust, That beauteous bud shall lie, No!-in the garden of the just, |