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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Christening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Of my Brother's infant Son, February 21, 1839.)<br>I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, <br>And hurried welcomes, as of joyful greeting; <br>The stir and murmur of a holiday, <br>The grouping of glad friends each other meeting: <br>And in the midst art THOU--thou tiny flower, <br>Whose coming hath so cheer'd this wintry hour! <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Helpless thou liest, young blossom of our love! <br>The sunshine of fond smiles around thee beaming, <br>Blessings call'd down on thee from Heaven above, <br>And every heart about thy future dreaming:-- <br>Meek peace and utter innocence are now <br>The sole expression of thy baby brow. <br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Helpless thou liest, thy little waxen face <br>Eagerly scann'd by our inquiring glances, <br>Hoping some lovely likeness there to trace, <br>Which fancy finds, and so thy worth enhances; <br>Clothing with thought mature, and power of mind, <br>Those infant features, yet so faintly lined. <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still thy youthful mother bendeth down <br>Her large, soft, loving eyes, brimful of gladness, <br>Her cheek almost as waxen as thine own, <br>Her heart as innocently free from sadness: <br>And still a brighter smile her red lip wears, <br>As each her young son's loveliness declares. <br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometimes as we gaze a sigh is heard, <br>(Though from the happy group all grief seems banished,) <br>As thou recallest, little nestling bird, <br>Some long familiar face whose light hath vanish'd; <br>Some name, which yet hath power our hearts to thrill-- <br>Some smile, whose buried beauty haunts us still! <br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! most to Her, the early widow'd, come <br>Thoughts of the blossoms that from earth have perish'd; <br>Lost to her lone and solitary home, <br>Though in her brooding memory fondly cherish'd:-- <br>Her little grandson's baby-smiles recall <br>Not one regretted hope of youth, but all! <br>VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her Son's son lies upon her cradling knee, <br>And bids her heart return, with mournful dreaming, <br>To her own first-born's helpless infancy, <br>When hope-youth's guiding star-was brightly beaming; <br>And He, who died too soon, stood by and smiled, <br>And bless'd alike the mother and her child. <br>VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since then, how many a year hath fleeted past! <br>What unforeseen events, what joys, what sorrows, <br>With sunshine or with clouds have overcast <br>The long succession of her lonely morrows; <br>Ere musing o'er this fair and new-born face, <br>A fresh link carried on her orphan'd Race! <br>IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair child, that race is not by man's award <br>Ennobled,--but by God; no titles sounded <br>By herald's trump, or smooth and flattering bard, <br>Proclaim within what lines thy rank is bounded:-- <br>Thy power hereditary none confine, <br>The gift of Genius, boy, by right is thine! <br>X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be humble, for it is an envied thing; <br>And men whose creeping hearts have long submitted <br>Around the column'd height to clasp and cling <br>Of Titled Pride--by man to man transmitted,-- <br>Will grudge the power they have less cause to dread, <br>Oppose thee living, and malign when dead. <br>XI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One of thy lineage served his country well <br>(Though with her need her gratitude departed); <br>What in her memory now is left to dwell? <br>The faults of him who died half broken-hearted:-- <br>And those, whose envious hands ne'er stretch'd to save, <br>Pluck down the laurels springing from his grave. <br>XII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet hush! it is a solemn hour; and far <br>Be human bitterness and vain upbraiding; <br>With hope we watch thy rising, thou young star, <br>Hope not all earthly, or it were too fading; <br>For we are met to usher in thy life, <br>With Prayer,--which lifteth hearts, and quelleth strife! <br>XIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush'd is the busy group, and still as death; <br>All at the sacred altar meekly kneeling; <br>For thy sake, who so lately drew thy breath, <br>All unto Heaven with earnest heart appealing. <br>A solemn voice addresses the Most High, <br>And with a murmuring echo we reply. <br>XIV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All holy be the hour! and, oh! may Heaven <br>Look down and bless the anxious mother's part, <br>As meekly she confides the treasure given <br>So lately to her young and hoping heart; <br>And pleads that God's great love may be his stay, <br>And guide her little Wanderer on his way. <br>XV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So let it be! and when the noble head <br>Of thy true-hearted father, babe beloved, <br>Now glossy dark, is silver-gray instead, <br>And thy young birth-day far away removed; <br>Still may'st thou be a comfort and a joy,-- <br>Still welcome as this day, unconscious boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, 
And hurried welcomes, as of joyful greeting; 
The stir and murmur of a holiday, 
The grouping of glad friends each other meeting: 
And in the midst a..."></div>
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