Delaware journal. [volume] (Wilmington [Del.]) 1827-1832, 1828-06-10
From Akerman's Forget-me-not.
FAMILY WORSHIP IN A COTTAGE.


FROM yonder Coz il comes-iil draw me near,-
It's hight shines like a star upon the night,
ANA TO my wandering footsteps far more dear
better guide perchance, lolier light,
Leading more to heaven than that above my sight
Gu, its a lovely scene! The grey-bair'd sire,
With lifted hands, implorng each child
All that the lip can breathe, the soul desire,
no guide their footsteps through the worlds deep wild;
see how the glittering tears his cheek gid!
How PUSHES through the wanc of years, the glow;
How beams his look, with all the father h'd
ihs ardency intense, lights eye, lip brow.
Whch all his bosoms thoughts, hopes, Fears and wishes
There kneels the mother by her parents side;
Silent her tongue, but oh, how full her eyes
LOOK at those sacred tears, whose gentle tide
The loudest ut'rance Of the lip supplies
Oh what can equal her beseechmg slghl
1t its not heard in heaven, then
Thitter the sound of suppicatims high:
Valnly have nations pild the affairs flame.
The ntensest of them all ne'r reach'd mothers claim.
Beside her, rising manhood's form,
Her son, her secret pride and glory bows
Bright in his cheek, with abonr's color warm,
The honorable tint his forehead shows
His eyes dark glance is veil'd, it would close
Awhile to all on earth deems tair,-
His lips oft moving, till responsive vows
Are rising to his fathers prayer,
Pleading with the high Heavens Oh, guard from every
snare"
And yonder there's group in happest being,
The fairy tenants Of the cottage done,
kneelng before the eye of Him, all seeing,
Who watches il their thoughts or chances roam.
The doll nntnuci,d is laid before the drum,
That TREASURED instrument of loiidest soud
Stands close beside IT'S master but dumb
As forgotten ON the darksome ground,
While like nights dewclosd flowers they bend and cluster
round
Lock at the little hand upon each brow,
Covering the face before the unseen God
Listen ye might have heard the lisped VOW
Like cherub echoes seeking his abode,
RcYlle it not despise it not ye proud!
| Nor say it is the fargon learnd by rote,
Useless and meaning less those words allow'd
Upon the youthful memory to float,
Shall be the waking chord TO many heavenly note.
Oh. lovely scene most lovely, would that thou
Didst not bedcck the cottage bower alone,
But beneath every roof in beauty glow,
From the low hamlet to the lofty throne,
Then, England, we're the smiles of Heaven thine own,
i The bright paternal smiles of Delty
Then my lov.d country, would thy soil be known.
| The hallowd, and the blest, the truly free,
And every evening hour nations worship
The following poetical article has simplicity and beau
ty Of language which cannot fail please the young mnd
and is striking and happy in its illustration OF imno
tant sentiment, that its influence fail be saiuary
! Mother, 7vhat is Death 2
, Mother, how still the baby lies
canno, hear his breath;
cannot see his laughing eyes
6 They eil me this is death.
My little work thought to bring,
And sit down by his bed
| And pleasantly Tried 10 sing
they hushed me--he is dead.
I'll Thew say that he again will rise,
= More beautiful than
y That God will bless him in the skies,
vi Oh, mother tell me how p
= "Daughter, do you remember dear,
he The cold dark thing you brought,
ii And laid upon the easement here,
n wher'd worm, you Thought!
a told you that Almighty power
Could break the withered shell,
se( And show you in future hour
Something would please you we'll.
Look at the chrysalis, my love,
An empty shell it lies
Now raise your wondering glance aboves
To where yon insect fles"
"oh yes mamma how very gay
lis wings OF starry gold
cl And see it lightly flies away
vi Beyond my gentle hold!
~ Oh, mother, now know full we'll
", If God that worm can change,
ol5l And draw it from this broken cell,
g. | On golden wings TO range,
ass, How beautiful will brother be,
When God shall give him wings,
Above this dying world to flee,
Il And live with heavenly things :