The Wilmingtonian., 1824-02-12
voR THE wILMIyeToyIAH'


~ the death Of Mr.. James G. Golden.
rCome unto me ye blessed o fmy Father"
m earthly scenes his soul has wing'd its way,
sped its fight to everlasting day:
bear We Friends, nor with one sgh complain,
yoas may claim the loss his is tn eternal gain.
III unknown force he bursts the gates Of day !;
(rubic legions ,hrong the flaming way
bme. kindred SOUL" they cry, "come taste the
food
! God, the Saviour purchas'd with his blood"
kstial mins,rels hymn the Almighty's praise'
Il sing releeming love and dying grace;
new tuned voice attempts tn eternal song,
!, loud Hosanahs echo on his tongue.
hd me wing. fain would view thy seat,
n near thee sit, or place me at thy feet'
en seize my harp, and sound on lott'est string
rave, gr.-s where is thy victory, and whefs'
O deaths thy sting"
(hil'a. Eb.6. J. 4.
!".and false tie light on glory plume,
"IAere' nothing bright but henren."
may ,wine the green wreath round the brow
of the brave,
ge may tread in the footsteps OF glory,
fame from oblivion record may save,
ghich shall make US resplendent in story.
what 10 the wreath which the world holds 81
high,
gill il free us from care Of the morrow:
it dry the big ,ear-drop on misery's eye,
u soften the throbbings OF sorrowf
not in this world can we look for relief.
rom the bright gilded pages OF story'
the wound that is made by the arrow OF grief
uc'er heard by the bandage OF glory.
to brighten the clouds which may shadow
our days,
he hope Of eternity's given
the light that is shed by religions pure ray
Ervcs to guide our frai footsteps to Heaven.
itten by gentleman on seeing his child as'ee
N the cradle, just before his going to prison.
babe! sweet image of harmless mind!
calm that sleep which innocence enjoys
smiling cheek thou in thy slumbcr wcar's'
atire's language for a gentle heart:
hys. ALPS peace within. 1t is thy right;
the blest privilege Of thy tender age,
wake, or sleep, in peace: to know no fears,
dread no i'll, W smile on friend and foe.
That moral lesson does thy slumber teach
preaching strikes. and mends faulty hral
pc here, yc guilty, for it speaks to you:
Is what you lost, and what youll 'cr regal
ere dwells the pow'r wounded mind to hes
Ind, We misers, all your wealth can't lure
slumber to your bed; unbrlb'd II drops
downy wing upon this infant brow,
fB, ye heroes, kings, or higher names
Pnch here be y can minds, with coolest the
blooslshesl train'd, such peaceful momen
taste
p like that babe, and I'll unsheath my svor
Gould gazing catch that now'r OF cordial pea
srdent eye I'd fix to pluck !, thence,
plant il in my breast--ln vain that though
heav'n this bliss to sinful man denies:
virtues crown, and cen an angels weal,l,
fp on, mild infant, sleep; and never know
y. thy fond parent feelS--now feel. for thee
(ugh thou feevst nothing--O would kind he
ven grant
q ne'er miglirst wake again how sweet
pass,
n earth to hesv'n on such gentle wing!
be looks would Fix smile on DEATHS pa
cheek!
must away; relentless law compcls:
AXE thee too; thou in cell can'st sleep,
play within the horrors ofa Jail.
father sleeps no more.-What then!
watch
sleeping hours; and when thou smil'st !
smile;
1e ev'n in misery; wipe my streaming eyes
~ smile again will law forbid me this
by mother in her peaceful tomb is laid;