LE PREMIER CHAGRIN DE L'ENFANCE

TRADUIT PAB l'eBITEIJB.

" Oh ! rappelez mon frère, et qu'il vienne à ma voix, Comme il venait naguère :

Je ne puis jouer seul, sans l'ami de mon choix. Où donc est-il allé, mon frère P

** L'été nous rend enfin ses abeilles, ses fleurs ;

Le papillon volage '"

Aux rayons du soleil étale ses couleurs, Mais de le chasser n'ai courage.

** The ilowers run wild — the flowers we sow'd Around our gardeu tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load — O ! call him back to me."

— " He would not hear my voîce, faîr child !

He may not corne to thee ; The face that once like spring-tîme smiled On earth no more thou'lt see !

** A rose's brief brîght life of joy, Sueh unto him was gîven ; Go— thou must play aloue, my boy — Thy brother is in heaven ! "

— " And bas he lefb the birds and flowers, And must I call in vain ; And through the long, long stunmer honrs Will he not come again p

" And by the brook, and in the glade.

Are ail our wanderings o'er ?

O ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more ! '*