A WALK IN A CHURCHYARD. 267 A WALK IN A CHURCHYARD. R. C. TRENCH. WE walked within the churchyard bounds, My little boy and I,— He laughing, running happy rounds, "Nay, child! it is not well," I said, A moment to my side he clung, A moment stilled his joyous tongue, Then, quite forgetting the command, Of early glee, let go my hand, And now I did not check him more, I had grown wiser than before, She spread no funeral pall above And white clouds o'er that spot would pass, As freely as elsewhere; The sunshine on no other grass A richer hue might wear. And formed from out that very mould The rook was wheeling overhead, Nor hastened to be gone, The small bird did its glad notes shed, And God, I said, would never give Nor bid in childhood's heart to live If our one wisdom were to mourn THE CHILD AND THE MOURNERS. O no! the glory earth puts on, The child's unchecked delight, Both witness to a triumph won, (If we but read aright,) — A triumph won o'er sin and death, From these the Saviour saves; And, like a happy infant, Faith Can play among the graves. THE CHILD AND THE MOURNERS. C. MACKAY. 269 A LITTLE child beneath a tree A little song, a pleasant song, Which was, she sang it all day long, "When the wind blows, the blossoms fall; But a good God reigns over all!" There passed a lady by the way, She stopped and listened to the child, Another lady, young and fair, Who, also passing, stopped to hear For she but few sad days before As that sweet memory o'er her stole, And as they stood beneath the tree A youth came by, whose sunken eyes Death had bowed the youthful head And these three listened to the song, THE CHILD AND THE MOURNERS. Which that child, the livelong day, 271 "When the wind blows, the blossoms fall; But a good God reigns over all !" The widow's lips impulsive moved; And though the child — if child it were, Was seen no more, the sorrowing three The song still ringing in their ears : — Who shall tell? They did not know, |