Part 12 — BURIAL OF A GERMAN EMIGRANT’S CHILD AT SEA.

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BY J. T. F.

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No flowers to lay upon his little breast,

No passing bell to note his spirit home—

We lowered him gently to his place of rest,

Parting with tears at eve the ocean foam.

No turf was round him, but the heaving surge

Entombed those lids that closed so calm and slow,

While solemn winds, with their cathedral dirge,

Sighed o’er his form a requiem sad and low.

Ah! who shall tell the maddening grief of love

That swept her heart-strings in this hour of wo!

Weep, childless mother! but, oh, look above

For aid that only Heaven can now bestow.

Gaze, blue-eyed stranger, on that silken hair,

Weep, but remember that thy God will stand

Beside thee here in all thy wild despair,

As o’er the green mounds of thy Fatherland.

Painted by Brown Engraved by Jackman

HERMIONE.

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