CASA WAPPY.* I. AND hast thou sought thy heavenly home, Our fond, dear boy The realms where sorrow dare not come, Where life is joy? Pure at thy death, as at thy birth, Thy spirit caught no taint from earth, Even by its bliss we mete our dearth, Casa Wappy! II. Despair was in our last farewell, As closed thine eye; Tears of our anguish may not tell, When thou didst die; Words may not paint our grief for thee, Sighs are but bubbles on the sea Of our unfathom'd agony, Casa Wappy! * The self-appellative of a beloved child. III. Thou wert a vision of delight Beauty embodied to our sight- So dear to us thou wert, thou art IV. Thy bright, brief day knew no decline- 'Twas cloudless joy; Sunrise and night alone were thine, Beloved boy! This morn beheld thee blithe and gay; Casa Wappy! V. 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 Casa Wappy! VI. Do what I may, go where I will, There dost thou glide before me still- I feel thy breath upon my cheek, Casa Wappy! VII. Methinks, thou smil'st before me now, The hair thrown back from thy full brow I see thine eyes' deep violet light, Casa Wappy! VIII. The nursery shows thy pictured wall, Thy cloak and bonnet, club and ball; A corner holds thine empty chair; Casa Wappy! IX. Even to the last, thy every word- Was sweet, as sweetest song of bird In outward beauty undecay'd, Death o'er thy spirit cast no shade, And, like the rainbow, thou didst fade, Casa Wappy! X. We mourn for thee, when blind blank night We pine for thee, when morn's first light The sun, the moon, the stars, the sea, Are changed: we saw the world thro' thee, Casa Wappy! XI. And though, perchance, a smile may gleam Of casual mirth, It doth not own, whate'er may seem, An inward birth: We miss thy small step on the stair; XII. Snows muffled earth when thou didst go, In life's spring-bloom, Down to the appointed house below- But now the green leaves of the tree, Casa Wappy! XIII. 'Tis so; but can it be-(while flowers Man's doom, in death that we and ours The Oh! can it be, that, o'er the grave, grass renew'd should yearly wave, Yet God forget our child to save ?— Casa Wappy! XIV. It cannot be; for were it so Thus man could die, Life were a mockery-Thought were woe And Truth a lie Heaven were a coinage of the brain Religion frenzy-Virtue vain And all our hopes to meet again, Casa Wappy! |