The Poetry Corner

In Memoriam. - Caleb Hazen Talcott,

By Lydia Howard Sigourney

Son of C. TALCOTT, Esq., died at Hartford, October 26th, 1860, aged 2 years and 6 months. There came a merry voice Forth from those lips of rose, As tireless through its fringing flowers The tuneful brooklet flows, And with the nurslings feet Engaged in busy play It made the parents' pleasant home A joyance all the day. There breath'd a languid tone Forth from those pallid lips, As when some planet of the night Sinks in its dread eclipse. "Sing to me, sing," it cried, While the red fever reign'd, "Oh sing of Jesus,"[1] it implored While struggling life remained. Then rose a mournful sound, The solemn funeral knell, And silent anguish settled where The nursery's idol fell. But he who so desired His Saviour's name to hear Doth in His glorious presence smile, Above this cloud-wrapp'd sphere.