SONG TO AMELIA.

Still like to Luna wading,

Beneath yon silvery cloud,

Thy beauties are unfading,

Though mantled in a shroud.

As thou in death art lying,

Thy lovely form I view,

And ask if aught in dying

Has made thy charms seem new.

Say, wert thou conscious ever

That I to thee was true?

That naught but death could sever

The bond‘ twixt me and you?

I came with heart nigh bursting

From thee to get relief.

My very soul was thirsting

To let thee share its grief.

And now this stroke has fallen

Like thunderbolt on me,

And my poor heart is swollen

With saddest misery.

Oh, where can I be flying

For strength and succor now?

If there were hope in dying,

I soon to death would bow.

But now my duty strongly

Bids me my task fulfil;

Thy family suffered wrongly,

To right them I've the will.

And then I would be leaving

Each bitter scene of woe,

Haply my loss retrieving,

If that can be below.

Thou wert to me oft speaking

Of God's sweet place of Rest,

I would that place be seeking,

To be with thee most blest.

Farewell, my young life's charmer,

A long, a last farewell;

I feel my heart grow warmer

As on thy love I dwell.

Calls he HUMBLEWORTH aside,

Speaks to him with faltering tongue:

“Father's sin I dare not hide;

Me he bade before he died,

Soon redress your grievous wrong.

“He destroyed your uncle's will,

When you were a little boy,

And did not his part fulfil

As your proper guardian still,

Losing peace of mind and joy.

“I'm prepared to give a deed

To you of that large estate,

But I strongly intercede

For my mother in her need,

In her sad affliction great.”

“My dear friend,” the good man said,

“Let some time now pass away.

I am not of you afraid,

His command you have obeyed,

Let us talk some other day.

“Go, my boy, and cheer the heart

Of your mother, still my friend;

See, I bid you now depart,

Lest delay increase her smart;

I will soon to it attend.

“Learn to place in Christ your trust;

Seek for pardon through His blood.

God alone can keep you just,

For we are at best but dust;

Naught have we ourselves of good.”

WILLIAM hastens to the Hall

With a somewhat easier mind.

Fearing that it might appal

Mother's heart, he tells not all

That befel their friends so kind.

Now an inquest has been held

O'er AMELIA'S corpse so fair,

Tears have from their fountains welled,

Grief immoderate has been quelled,

Which has brought of peace a share.

Now arrangements have been made

Suiting all who are concerned.

HUMBLEWORTHS such love displayed,

As proved all that I have said,

Showing in whose school they learned.

To the Hall, as theirs of right,

All the family removed;

And they strove with all their might

To make the widow's burden light,

For she was by them, beloved.

As assistant on the farm

WILLIAM proved of greatest use.

With a heart both young and warm,

He soon found that ANNIE'S charm

For lost time was some excuse.

Why should I prolong this tale?

All my object may divine.

Christian love will still prevail

O'er its foes when they assail,

And it will forever shine.