Graves of a Household, The. 
By Hemans, Felicia Dorothea. 


They grew in beauty, side by side,
They filled one home with glee;
Their graves are severed, far and wide,
By mount, and stream, and sea.

The same fond mother bent at night
O'er each fair sleeping brow;
She had each folded flower in sight - 
Where are those dreamers now?

One, midst the forests of the west,
By a dark stream is laid - 
The Indian knows his place of rest,
Far in the cedar shade.

The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one,
He lies where pearls lie deep;
He was the loved of all, yet none
O'er his low bed may weep.

One sleeps where southern vines are dressed
Above the noble slain:
He wrapped the colours round his breast,
On a blood-red field of Spain.

And one -o'er her the myrtle showers
Its leaves, by soft winds fanned;
She faded midst Italian flowers - 
The last of that bright band.

And parted thus they rest, who played
Beneath the same green tree;
Whose voices mingled as they prayed
Around one parent knee!

They that with smiles lit up the hall,
And cheered with song the hearth - 
Alas! for love, if thou wert all,
And nought beyond, O earth!