The Massachusetts spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1821-1823, 1823-06-18
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Lines upon The Death Of beloved Wife,
and tender Mother.
Oh! cease that plant, my babe; no mothers
is open to thy wall, thy fathers tear
His helpless tears may battle thy cheek
but he,
As sorrows heir, can only welcome thee.
Well may'st thou weep-a mourner from thy
birth
The frost fell e'er the Aow'ret gifted forth
That wther'd all thy hopes, and only gave
For thy inheritance, mothers grave.
Oh, none, save those who feel, can ever know
What the lone fathers heart must undergo!
The world a moment gazes, signs, and then
Turns to its cares and gaetes again
And friends that pity, weep; perhaps cen
they,
As dries the dew before the morning ray,
The occasion past, soon wipe their grief away.
Not thus, nv partner, will my bosom heal;
Each day, each hour, afresh thy loss feel
hear thy voice, thy form seem to see,
Thy image steals between my God and
me !"
The shadows fee the morn, but Ger my soul
Still deeper, deeper shades of sadness roll.
How busy mem'ry heightens my distress,
Recalling all thy care and tenderness
That friendship, ever kind in joy or grief,
Which shar'd my pleasures, watch'd for my
relief:
Amusements, studies, all receiv'd their zest
From harmony of sentiment and taste
Union of souls-where thought with thought
agrees,
Or fond affection blcts the fault it sees:
And then in this dear babe of ours trace
The mothers features in its rosy face
Its little heart beats light, untam'd by wo;
Too young its loss to feel, thy worth to know.
When midnight deepeus, and when all around
Are hush'd in slumbers tranquil and profound,
(Dull sleep, no mourner thou) then darker
far
Than midnight viii my friendless fate APP
pear,
And to my throbbing heart thy babe press,
Which thou wilt never see, and never bless
And bitt'rest tears viii fall, each wound I'M
clos'd,
And stain that pillow where thy cheek re.
pos'd
Til gladly would ! lay this aching head
In slumbers near thy cold and narrow bed
But when thy death-scene rises, when see
Thy latest look, that mortal agony
Dissolving nature uslst endure, when all
The ties that bind to this terrestrial bail
Are burst at once-and clasp that hand Of
thine
Whose pressure now no more replies to
mine
Then reason reels, and thro' my chilling veins
Life's struggling current scarce its course re-
tains:
The sick heart pauses-but what mortal ear,
Could the boundless sum compute, would
bear
The height, and breadth, and depth of grief
to hear.
My God to thee alone must impart
TIE rending sorrows of a broken heart
Thy righteous hand the blow inflicted
Thou
Alone cans't heal: before thy throne bow
o! save me from murm'Iing word, and still
The wild and restless wanderngs Of my will.
Its heavenly Fathers promises to share,
My little one to thy paternal care,
Give me with faith unwav'ring to consign:
Shield ifs unshelter'd path, and smooth cen
mine;
I Be thou my judge in justice TO pursue
My gnide and God, LIES painful journey
through
Oh then before thy throne, all sorrows
DER,
My partner, may we meet to part no more