("Il Vivait, Il Jouait.") [Bk. Iii. Xv., May, 1843.] He Lived And Ever Played, The Tender Smiling Thing. What Need, O Earth, To Have Plucked This Flower From Blossoming? Hadst Thou Not Then The Birds With Rainbow-Colors Bright, The Stars And The Great Woods, The Wan Wave, The Blue Sky? What Need To Have Rapt This Child From Her Thou Hadst Placed Him By - Beneath Those Other Flowers To Have Hid This Flower From Sight? Because Of This One Child Thou Hast No More Of Might, O Star-Girt Earth, His Death Yields Thee Not Higher Delight! But, Ah! The Mother'S Heart With Woe For Ever Wild, This Heart Whose Sovran Bliss Brought Forth So Bitter Birth - This World As Vast As Thou, Even Thou, O Sorrowless Earth, Is Desolate And Void Because Of This One Child! Nelson K. Tyerman.
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