EVAN M'COLL.[16]
THE CHILD OF PROMISE.
She died—as die the roses
On the ruddy clouds of dawn,
When the envious sun discloses
His flame, and morning 's gone.
She died—like waves of sun-glow
Fast by the shadows chased:
She died—like heaven's rainbow
By gushing showers effaced.
She died—like flakes appearing
On the shore beside the sea;
Thy snow as bright! but, nearing,
The ground-swell broke on thee.
She died—as dies the glory
Of music's sweetest swell:
She died—as dies the story
When the best is still to tell.
She died—as dies moon-beaming
When scowls the rayless wave:
She died—like sweetest dreaming,
That hastens to its grave.
She died—and died she early:
Heaven wearied for its own.
As the dipping sun, my Mary,
Thy morning ray went down!