LORD CAVENDISH. Her queenlike beauty, her noble dower Of wealth or lineage! Shower after shower Some may be soothed who thus sadly weep Its furrows, deeper than lines of care, Can trace on the brow; and vain, oh! vain ! From leaf and from flower, and thoughts can bring, Relentless visions of agony ! Remorse will waken for guilt of yore, Till life with its joys and griefs be o'er. ONE POWER alone, to this sorest ill, E'en to REMORSE, can say, "Peace be still." LORD CAVENDIS H. BY THE HON. MRS. NORTON. 'Tis a child's face; but kind and wise I know thy smile, I know thy glance, Fair boy, although thyself unknown ; "Tis a familiar countenance Thy picture to my eyes hath shown. So thou to me, fair stranger-child, The good have loved; the bad have fear'd. 123 And now, as bright through Memory's glass, Those gentle shades glide swiftly on Thy fair young mother seems to pass Beyond the picture of her son. An angel-form that died in youth, For who shall limit human love? Oh! lovely dream—if dream it be— That from her happy home above, She watcheth still thy home and thee! That, when thou pray'st for help Divine, As thou, that hour, art nearer heaven! Young as thou wert, when orphan'd first, Of gentle hands that fondly nursed, And eyes that vanish'd from thy home. So in thy worldly-troublous times Her half-remember'd voice shall be Like distant sound of church-bell chimes, On stormy Sabbaths out at sea. |