I HAVE NO BROTHER.
I HAVE no Brother! for he died
When I was very young;
But still his memory round my heart
Like morning mists has hung.
They tell me of his infant form,
With whom I often played;
And of a soft and gentle hand,
Our youthful thoughts had weigh'd.
The image of my Henry dear,
A sister has wept below;
Art thou with Christ, the sinners friend;
Dost thou of Heaven then know?"
My young companion in the dust,
My one--my morning friend;
The youthful one I lov'd at first--
The last o'er whom I bend.
But soon that little flower must rise,
Its light must then be known:
Lo! thence its spirit sought the sky--
The sister mourn'd alone.
Short, like thine, some transient date,
They drink the morning breath,
Yet, my brother, thou must sleep,
Thy spirit sank--in death.
Brother! thou wast my only one,
Belov'd from childhood's years,
A sweet companion of my youth,
How doleful it appears!
Alas! he died; oh, grief restrain--
The silent anguish of the mind;
Intrinsic love these lines do prompt,
Revive my spirits, be resign'd.