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4 4 He would not hear thy voice , fair child 1 * He may not come to thee ; The face that once like spring-time smiled , On earth no more thou'lt see . ; 5 . * A rose ' s hrief , bright life of joy , Such unto him was given : Go ! thou must play alone , my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven .
6 . 4 And has he left his birds and flowers ? And must I call in vain ? And througrh the long , long summer hours Will he not come a ^ ain ?
7 . 4 And by the brook and in the glade " Are all our wanderings o ' er ? Oh 9 while my brother with me play'd , TVould I hud loved him mote t *
Now this we do maintain to be poetry true to the great objects of poetry : —alas , how often forgotten ! It is written for our hearts and homes . There may be sorrow at the root , but it has blossoms of beauty and fruits of joy . We tolerate the cloud for the sake of the rainbow . Sorrow like that expressed in the foregoing pieces is , in its very essence , holy and ennobling . Its tendency is to make us more sensible of the blessings and duties and pleasures of the present , by showing us how we are to look back upon them from the future . Who has ever developed the warning moral of the possible fragility of affection with a touch so delicate and so faithful as that which struck forth the following * Song' ? We preface it with its own affecting motto : —
' ¦ Oh cast thou not Affection from thee ! In this bitter world Hold to thy heart that only treasure fast ; Watch—guard it—suffer not a breath to dim The bright gem ' s purity !» 1 . 4 If thou hast crushed a flower , The root may not be blighted ; If thou hast quench'd a lamp , ' Once more it may be lighted : But on thy harp or on thy lute , The string which thou hast broken . Shall never in sweet sound again Give to thy touch a token !
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