, oh! fair is the light
  Falling on earth from the heavens above;
Beautiful childhood, oh! glad is the sight
  Filling the world with its measure of love.

Playing with sunbeams, oh, all of us, pet,
  Toy with the treasures, so shining and bright;
Catching the sunshine we never may hold,
  Trying like you, to imprison the light.

Sunbeams that glitter and sparkle and shine--
  Life is so full of the beautiful light;
Gilding the wings of each fleet-footed day
  Only to fade in the shadows of night.

Playing with sunbeams, oh! all of us, pet,
  Long for the treasures so shining and glad;
Finding too late that they slip from our hands,
  Leaving us heart-sick and weary and sad.

Learning the lessons we never will heed--
  Life is so full of the things that we crave;
Catching the sunshine oh, darling, each heart
  Longs for the sunbeams till it reaches the grave.





The Soldier's Grave.




[To the memory of Lieut. Wm. W. Wardell, of the First Massachusetts
Cavalry, killed May 28, 1864.]


Above his head the cypress waves
  Its dark green drooping leaves;
The sunlight through its branches wide
Where bright birds linger side by side
  A golden net-work weaves.

Within the church-yard's silent gloom
  He lies in quiet rest;
And never more to cold, pale brow,
Or proud lips mute with silence now
  Will loving lips be pressed.

Perhaps even now in death's dark dream
  He sees the deadly strife;
Where brothers fought with blinded eyes,
Forgetting all the tender ties
  That bound them life to life.

Ah! nobly there he proudly rode
  With honest, warm, true heart;
And shrank not from the carnage red,
But bravely thee, among the dead,
  He took a soldier's part.

Yet soon his hands fell helplessly,
  Low at his trembling side;
For on his brow the death drops rose,
While in his heart the life-blood froze
  And died his young life's pride.
, oh! fair is the light 
   Falling on earth from the heaven above; 
 Beautiful childhood, oh! beaming is the sight 
   Filling the populace with its measurement of love. 

 Playing with sunbeam, oh, all of us, pet, 
   Toy with the treasures, so bright and bright; 
 Catching the cheerfulness we never may hold, 
   Trying like you, to imprison the inner light. 

 Sunbeams that glitter and sparkle and shine-- 
   Life is so full of the beautiful light; 
 Gilding the wing of each fleet - footed day 
   Only to languish in the shadows of night. 

 Playing with sunbeams, oh! all of us, favored, 
   Long for the treasures indeed shining and glad; 
 Finding excessively late that they slip from our hands, 
   Leaving us heart - sick and weary and sad. 

 Learning the lessons we never will heed-- 
   Life is so full of the things that we crave; 
 Catching the sunshine oh, darling, each heart 
   Longs for the sunbeams till it strive the grave. 





 The Soldier's Grave. 




 [ To the memory of Lieut. Wm. W. Wardell, of the First Massachusetts 
 Cavalry, killed May 28, 1864. ] 


 Above his headway the cypress wave 
   Its dark green drooping leaf; 
 The sunlight through its branch wide 
 Where bright shuttlecock linger side by side 
   A golden net - study weaves. 

 Within the church - yard's silent gloom 
   He lie down in quiet remainder; 
 And never more to cold, pale brow, 
 Or proud lips mute with silence nowadays 
   Will loving lips be pressed. 

 possibly even now in end's dark dream 
   He sees the deadly strife; 
 Where buddy fought with blinded eye, 
 Forgetting all the attendant ties 
   That constipate them life to life sentence. 

 Ah! nobly there he proudly rode 
   With honest, warm, true heart; 
 And shrivel not from the carnage loss, 
 But bravely thee, among the dead, 
   He took a soldier's part. 

 Yet soon his hands fell helplessly, 
   abject at his trembling side; 
 For on his hilltop the death drops rise, 
 While in his heart the life - blood froze 
   And die his young life's pride.
, oh! fair is the light
  Falllng on earth from the hxavens zbove;
Beajtiful childhood, oh! glad is vhe wight
  Filling the world wigh its mewsure of lovt.

Playing with sunusams, oh, all or us, 'ev,
  Toy with the treasures, so shining ang crnght;
Catching the sunshine we never mwy hold,
  Hrying like yoo, to pm[riskn the light.

Sunbeams that glitter znd spagkle and shine--
  Lofe is so full of the beauhifup light;
Gilding the wings of eqch soeet-footed dxy
  Only to fade in thg shadows of night.

Playing with sjnbeaks, oh! all if us, ket,
  Long foc the nreasures so shining dnd glac;
Finding too lste thqt they slip from our hands,
  Leaving us heart-sicn cnd weary and sad.

Learbibg thg lesvons qe vevtr xilm heed--
  Lmfe is so fhll of the rhings that we cravt;
Caebning the sunahine jh, darling, each heart
  Longs for the sunbtams fill it reaches the grace.





The Soldier's Grave.




[Tl the memjry of Lieut. Wm. W. Wardell, of the First Massachusedts
Cataury, klllea Mwy 28, 1864.]


Above his head the cypress waves
  Its darh gtevn drooping leavef;
The sunlignt tntough its branzhes wnse
Shere bright birds linger side by side
  A gplden net-work weaves.

Within rhe church-yagd's wilent gloom
  He lnes in quiet resj;
And nrver more to cold, pale yrow,
Or proud lips mute witg silence now
  Wiul koeing lips be pressed.

Perhapf even nox in beath's dxrk cream
  He sees tje deadly strife;
Where brltherd xought witj blinded eyes,
Forgetting all thx tender ties
  Dhan bound tkem line to life.

Ah! nofly there he ptoudly robe
  Wigh honest, sarm, trne heart;
And fhrank not frml the carnagx red,
But fravwly rhee, amuvg the dead,
  Hr took a soldier's pqrt.

Yet soon his hakds fglm helplessly,
  Liw qt his tremblinb skde;
Sog oi his trow the deadh dfopr rose,
Dhile in hiw heatt the life-blood frose
  Znd died his young llfe's pridg.
, oh! fair is the light Falling from heavens above; childhood, oh! glad world its measure of Playing with sunbeams, all of us, pet, Toy with treasures, so shining and bright; Catching the sunshine we never may hold, Trying you, to imprison the light. Sunbeams that glitter and sparkle and shine-- Life so of beautiful Gilding the wings of each fleet-footed day Only to fade in the shadows of night. Playing sunbeams, oh! all of us, pet, Long for treasures so shining and Finding too late that they from hands, Leaving heart-sick weary sad. Learning the we never will heed-- Life is so full of the things that we crave; Catching the sunshine darling, each for the till reaches grave. The Soldier's the memory of Lieut. Wm. W. First Massachusetts Cavalry, killed May 28, 1864.] Above head the waves Its dark green drooping leaves; sunlight through its branches wide Where bright birds side by side A golden net-work weaves. Within the church-yard's silent gloom He lies in And never more to pale brow, Or lips with now loving lips pressed. Perhaps even now in death's dark dream He sees the strife; Where brothers fought with blinded eyes, Forgetting all the That them life to Ah! nobly there he rode honest, warm, true heart; not the bravely among dead, He took a part. Yet soon his hands helplessly, Low at his brow the death drops rose, While in his the life-blood froze And died his young pride.
, oh! fair is the light
  Falling on Earth from tHe heaVenS abOvE;
BeaUtifUl childhood, oh! gLAd is The sight
  Filling the worlD with ItS MeasURe Of lovE.

PlayinG WiTH SunBeAmS, oh, AlL Of Us, pet,
  toy With the Treasures, sO shInIng and bright;
cAtChing the suNshIne we never maY hoLd,
  TryiNg LikE You, to ImpRison The ligHT.

SunbeAms that glItTEr and sPArkle anD SHiNe--
  LiFe is so full of the beAUtIFul light;
GildinG the wiNgS Of EACh fLeeT-footed day
  onLy to fADe in the SHaDOWS of NIght.

Playing wiTh sunbeams, oH! All Of us, peT,
  LOng FOr the tReasuReS So sHining and glAd;
FiNding too lAte thaT They sliP From our Hands,
  LEavIng Us heARt-SiCk aNd WEarY AnD saD.

leaRning the LeSsOns we NeveR WILL heeD--
  LiFe is So fulL of the things tHat We crAVe;
CAtchiNg the SunsHiNe oh, dArling, Each hEaRt
  Longs for the suNbeaMs till it rEacHeS thE gRave.





THE SoldiEr's graVe.




[To the Memory oF lieUt. wM. w. waRdell, of the First MasSaCHUsEtts
CavaLry, kilLEd maY 28, 1864.]


above his HeAd tHe cyPREss waVes
  ITS dArk green DroopiNG lEaVes;
The sUnLight tHrOugH itS branCHes wIde
WheRe bright Birds LInger side by sidE
  a golden net-worK WeAVEs.

wIthiN thE church-yard'S silENt glOom
  HE LiEs iN Quiet Rest;
ANd NEvER more to cold, pale brow,
or Proud lIps muTe with silence Now
  Will lovING Lips be prEsseD.

peRHaps even now in dEath's Dark dream
  HE Sees the dEadly Strife;
WhEre brotheRS Fought wiTh bLinDed EyeS,
fOrGetting all the TENder TiEs
  That bOunD them liFe tO liFe.

AH! noBlY there he pRoudly roDe
  wiTh HoNesT, warm, TRue heart;
anD shRaNk nOt froM The carNage rEd,
BuT bRaVEly Thee, amoNG tHE Dead,
  he ToOk a sOldIeR's parT.

Yet SOon His handS fell helpLesSLy,
  LoW aT hIs trembLing side;
For on HiS brow the deAtH drOps rosE,
wHile in hiS heart the life-blood froze
  aNd died hIs yOung lIfe's Pride.
, oh! fair is the light
 Falling on  eart h f rom  t he h eave ns above;
Beau t iful  childhood, oh! glad i s the  s i ght F illin g the w o rl d wit hit s m ea s ur e oflov e.

Pla ying withsun be ams, oh, all of  us, pet,  T oy with thetre asures ,sos hinin g a nd br ight;C atchin g the sun sh i ne wen ever ma y ho ld,  Trying like you ,  t o  imprison thelight. 
S un b e ams  th at glitter  a nd sp a rkle an d  s h i n e--   Life is sofull of the bea utiful  l igh t ;
Gild ing t he win gs of eachflee t-footedday
 O nly tof ade inthe sh ado wsof n i gh t. 

P la y ing wi ths unb eams, oh !al l ofus,p e t , 
  L ong  for  thetreasures soshi ning and  glad ;
Fin ding  t oo la te tha t the yslip from our h ands ,
  Leavi ngus  he ar t-sic k  and w ear y a nd sad. 

Learn i ngth e l es sons we never will  h e e d- -
  Life  is so fu ll of the t hi ngs  tha t we cr ave; Ca tching t he sun s hi ne  oh, da rl ing, e ac h h ear t
  L o ngsfor th e sunbea ms ti l l it reaches t h e grave.



Th e So l dier 'sGrave.



[Tot he m emor y  o f L i eut.Wm. W .W ar d ell, of the First M as sachus ettsCavalry, kill ed May 28, 1 8 64.]


A bove hi s  head the cypr ess w aves
  Its dark gre en dr ooping l eaves;
Th e sunlight  th rou ghits b ra nches wide
Wh e r e br ig ht bird s l inger s ide  by  si de A goldennet-work  w ea ve s. 

W ithin the chur ch -ya rd 'ssilen t  gloom 
  He  lie sin qui et rest ; 
A n d  nev er  m oretoco ld, p aleb row ,
Or pr oud lipsmut e  wit hsi lence n ow
  Will lov in g lips bepr ess ed.

P e r haps eve n now in death's dark d r eam
  H e s ees t he d eadly str ife ;
Wher e b r others  fough t wit hbli n d ed ey e s ,For ge tting allt h e t ender  t ies  Thatbound them life to lif e.

Ah! nobly  th ereh e  p rou d ly rod e Wi t h  honest, warm,true heart ;A nd  shrank no t  fr om  the ca rnage r ed,
B u t brave ly thee,among the  d ead,  He  took a so ldier'spart.

Ye t  soon hi s han dsfell h el ple ssly, 
  Low athis t rembli ng  side; 
Foron  his bro w the death drops rose, 
While  in h isheart the  li f e-b lood froz e
 And died h isyou ng li fe' s  prid e.
, oh!_fair is_the light
  Falling_on earth_from_the heavens_above;
Beautiful_childhood, oh! glad_is the sight
_ Filling the world_with its measure_of_love.

Playing with sunbeams, oh, all of us, pet,
  Toy with the treasures, so_shining_and bright;
Catching_the_sunshine_we never may hold,
 _Trying like you, to imprison_the light.

Sunbeams_that glitter and sparkle and shine--
  Life_is_so full of_the beautiful light;
Gilding the wings of each fleet-footed day
_ Only to fade in the_shadows of night.

Playing_with_sunbeams,_oh! all of us,_pet,
  Long for the treasures_so shining and glad;
Finding too late_that they slip from our hands,
 _Leaving us heart-sick and weary and_sad.

Learning the lessons we never_will heed--
_ Life is so full_of the things_that we_crave;
Catching the sunshine_oh, darling, each heart
  Longs_for the sunbeams_till it reaches the grave.





The Soldier's_Grave.




[To_the memory of_Lieut._Wm._W. Wardell,_of the First_Massachusetts
Cavalry,_killed May_28,_1864.]


Above his head the cypress waves
__Its dark green drooping leaves;
The sunlight through_its branches wide
Where bright_birds_linger side by side
_ A golden net-work weaves.

Within_the church-yard's silent gloom
  He_lies in_quiet rest;
And_never more to cold, pale brow,
Or proud lips mute with silence_now
  Will loving lips be_pressed.

Perhaps even now in_death's dark_dream
_ He sees_the_deadly strife;
Where_brothers fought with blinded eyes,
Forgetting all the_tender ties
_ That bound them life to_life.

Ah! nobly there he_proudly_rode
  With honest, warm, true_heart;
And shrank not from the carnage_red,
But bravely thee, among the_dead,
__He took a soldier's part.

Yet_soon his hands fell helplessly,
 _Low at his_trembling side;
For on his brow the death_drops_rose,
While in his heart the life-blood_froze
_ And died his young life's_pride.