The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1827-06-14
The Desolated Conference Room.

Ye need not hang that candle by the desk
Ye may remove his chair, and take away his
book
He will not como TO night. Ho did not hear
the bell
Which told tho hour Of prayer ! cannot
speak the reason,
Bot he does not seem TO love, as ho did once,
The conierenco.TOOm.
We've waited long of late, and thought we
heard, at length,
His wellknown step. We were deceived,
He did not come. Tis very sad to say,
But, he will never come again.
DO yo remember how he'd sometimes sit
In that now vacant corner, quite hid by its
obscurity,
Only vo might perceive his matchless eve
Striving to read the feelings Of your souls,
That he might know if ye would hear the
voice of Jesus'
Ye do romember--W Well He's not there
now.
" may he gay and thoughtlcss, if ye will,
Ills glance shall not reprOve you
Or, If he choose it, ye may slumber on you
seats,
And never fear the watchman's eye.
1t wecps not DER you now.
There --lston to that hymn Of praise,
But how il ialters on the lip;
How liko n fuNeral dirgo it sounds.
All! ye have lost your loader, aud ye cannot
sing.
But hoarken. Whom ye struck that note,
Did yo did not hear an angel voice take up the
lofty strain
FFor Thou o Lamb Of God art worthy"
,Twoa uIs voice
Not rising, as in former days, from this low
temple;
Sing softly, or We will not hear it.
Only the clearest soitest strain, waving its wa
From the celestial world, just strikes the list
ming ear,
And now, els gone.
Yc'vo not forgotten what he used to say,
Or, ifyc have, mothinks he d answer,
sRomember my people for the day ap
when ye MUST remember.
Accept of mercy, while yc may, What shall
it profit
Tho YOU gain the world and lose your souls'
And then he would conclude, perhaps,
az few years hence, and where are WEI
Our bodies mouldring in the tomb,
Our very names forgotten by the living,
Our spirits, where are thoy'
o how il chills the heart to think
That voico no moro is beard, within these
walls
II il no fiction, is IL no dcludinT dream
All! no Our friend is gone The damp OF
death is oer ann.
The moon is shining on his grave. lie vii
not wake
Until he wakes to Immortality.
'ris sweet TO pause and think
IN what higher world than tins his spiri'
shines
How very near he il TO Jesus. For sure he
must be near
10 him in heaven, who did so love his name
on earth
And now he IS washd his mortal woes and sin
away,
And now he 'rinks tho consolat'ons oi Sd
vior's love,
And now he tunes his voice to Angel thomes
And now he Joins band, tao rapture OF who's
song
An Angels mind can scarce Imagine
How does he swell the chorus Chou vast
slain for us"
A song not new TO him: lie had been learn
ing 1t
In years gone by.
But roe are not in heav'n. We are horc
Where desolation rcigns IN evory heart,
And sorrow looks from every eve.
Soon we must 60 away, and there ~ none L
ask
A blessing for rs. When wore done praayln!
We shall stand and wait. But none shall So
Snow grace DO with you"
Yet, surely we must not repino
At what lie does, who made us. lie ha
done well;
50 be il, Father, even so, since II hath seem'
Most righteous in thy sight.
And fwc ask of God a blessing for ourselves
five repent that we have sinn'd against Him
lie will apt frown upon US. lie II hear on
prs or.
We'll 90 then, trusting in his name,
He of hath bless'd us in this room,
He'll bloss usy yet again-Wollgo. ZELIA.