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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Graves Of A Household
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They grew in beauty, side by side,
  They fill`d one home with glee;
Their graves are sever`d, 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 lov`d of all, yet none
  O`er his low bed may weep. 

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

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

And parted thus they rest, who play`d
  Beneath the same green tree;
Whose voices mingled as they pray`d
  Around one parent knee! 

They that with smiles lit up the hall,
  And cheer`d with song the hearth,
Alas! for love, if thou wert all,
  And nought beyond, oh earth!
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