Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE DEATH OF THE TWO DAUGHTERS OF MR. JAMES MUIR, by JANET HAMILTON Poet's Biography First Line: Fair garden of my life, my children's home Last Line: "where blossoms never die"" to heaven our home." Alternate Author Name(s): Hamilton, Janet Thompson Subject(s): Daughters; Death - Children; Fathers; Fathers & Daughters; Heaven; Mourning; Death - Babies; Paradise; Bereavement | ||||||||
FAIR garden of my life, my children's home, With what full-hearted joy I used to come, And there within the dear enclosure meet My beauteous blossomsthere with fondness greet My tender olive plants when ranged around The board, with love and peace and blessing crowned. O ye fair blossoms of my life and love, I deemed not the dark cloud that lowered above The garden of my life would burst in storm First on thy fair young head and graceful form, My new-blown rose, just opening to the day, While yet the dew on thy green branches lay, Struck by the fever simoom's scorching breath Laid withered, prostrate, in the dust of death. Yet I, while weeping o'er thy buried dust, Have, in the faith of an immortal trust, A hope to meet thee in that blissful home, Where sorrow, death, and tears shall never come. Alas! not long my vision of delight Had vanished, when again the deadly blight Fell on my garden. I had nourished there A budding lilyfragrant, sweet, and fair Its snowy petals sparkling with the dew Of life's young morn. Near to my heart it grew; But, ah! the spoiler came and tore From my fond heart, that bleeds for evermore, My tender lily, drooping in the storm That bowed to death her fair and fragile form. I mourn my vanished flowers, my garden's pride; Pleasant in life, death did not long divide The sister blossoms, blighted in their bloom, Now in the dark recesses of the tomb Laid side by side, in calm and dreamless sleep. My God, thy will be done! Yet, while I weep, I fain would wipe the tears that often flow Down thy pale cheeks, dear partner of my woe The tender mothershe who reared with care Her budding flow'rets into blossoms fair. They faded on her bosompassed the bourne From whence to us they never will return; But we to them in God's good time will come Where blossoms never die" to Heaven our home." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART A BALLAD FOUNDED ON A REAL INCIDENT WHICH OCCURED IN HIGH LIFE by JANET HAMILTON |
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