On The Death of A Beloved Son and Only Child <br /> <br /> <br />My olive plant, so green and fair; <br />My budding hope, my dearest care; <br />My only one! He only knew <br />Who gave-and, ah! how soon withdrew <br />The precious gift-how dear I loved <br />My plant on earth; and though removed <br />To higher climes and brighter skies, <br />With mournful tread and weeping eyes <br />I wander round his early tomb- <br />But light from heaven dispels the gloom! <br />An angel voice falls on my ear, <br />'Whom seek'st thou, weeping mother, here? <br />He is not here: thy son hath risen- <br />'Tis but his shattered, mortal prison <br />Lies there. Oh! would'st thou ever dwell <br />With him thou loved on earth so well? <br />Then Jesus seek, the Saviour know; <br />He'll pardon, peace, and heaven bestow, <br />Where thy loved plant shall bloom for ever, <br />And thou wilt join him ne'er to sever.'<br /><br />Janet Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mrs-j-cleland/
