Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1837-09-15
From the Knicke,bocker for April.
TIE MIRROR OF DEATH.

last on thursday, Just ~ the sun was sinking 10
his rest. You remember her singular beauty
HE rose.leaf bloom of her cheek, and usre of her
dark eve. Alas! they are but The ba,bingers OF
premature decay. Yet we little thought so, one
short year ago, when we gazed in admiration upon
features glowing with youth and beauty, and saw
The radiant color come and go, with idngs from
her heart, rs if it we're a Turning messenger To
that glad source. But she is no more and the
fond eyes that have seen her win see her no more!
A little while before she died. in an interval OF
pain. she desired strer to bring a mrror, that
she might behold The ra,ages disease had wrought.
Her request was graned--and never shall for
gel The scene which ensued-,h solemn moniliODs
with which il was Gaushi. LITTER FROM A
FRIEND.
The beautiful was diving In life's spring.
hen the young heart, with joy inloxcatc,
Had new nestled under loves warm wing,
And peasure's roses hid the ihorns Of fate
The faI had gone forth! TO pass away
So young, 80 blest, il was bitter doom;
But the soft radiance Of immortal dav ftomb.
Screamed sweely through the twilight Of the
The rife was well nigh finished, and the soul,
Baptized in light, the dawn of light TO be,
Melted HES pleasures NJ its fnal goal,
by the just standard Of ee,ni,y.
Sweet was her spirits counsel, breahed from lips
Voiced Ike the bird tina; warbing mounts toward
And TO these eyes death waited to eclipse,
deep and holy earnesness was given.
She babe them bring mirror, twas brought
She looked into it long, with s,eadlasr gaze.
But quailed not at the wreck disease had wrought
Amongst the charms praised in other days:
Then. with the ruin Of her lo,eliness,
Like a sad Spectre of the past, in view,
Thus did her soul retukc prde's weakness
l,,yhi a l;a,,
Glow soon life van'shcs
little revel, then a long repose;
lIeaIth's seeming hue is oil,mes bu, the rose
Planted by Deah.
Look on this altered brow,
Once garlanded with such lasridious care
How would CAV flowers, or wreahs Of jewels
Beseem i: nov!
'Was'e moi one precious hour
In vain adornment Of the fading clay;
But beauty the soul, DER which decay
Can boast no power.
Robe it for that abode.
Where sorrow comes not-beauy knows no blight,
FIT 10 be IN halls of peerless light,
The guest of COP!
'Friends whom I fondly love!
Oh! put The everlasting carmen; on!
80 shall we stand accepted by that throne
III thrones above.
80 shall we part, 10 meet
Where never yet was heard the sound farewell
And hold, in that fair land where angels dwell,
Communion sweet.
Farewell! poor fal,eing dust,
Whose image Death ia da,kening now
But few moments more Of pain, and thou
Shalt yield Thy trust.
Il feel earih's tie
Un'wining from my soul! Ye kind and true,
Who long have watched and tended me, adIeu
In peace de!'
Her dark eyes cIosed-the pulse of life was slilIed
Death came TO her TO the weary sleep,
And felt smile upon The lip he chilled,
That made i, half profanity to weep.
Sorrow for her-it had been spishness!
Ithy should we mourn, when those we mourn
rejoice?
Perchance TO save her from unwrecked distress,
God called her homeward with fathers voice.
al that was mortal Of thar sainted girl
Lies in The va lie she Ioved-a beaueous scene;
Above The grave the night dew hangs its pearl
On many graceful wreath Of living green!
There earliest wakes the lblers of the Spring,
There, too, The flowers of Autumn latest de
Nature delights her choicest gifts TO fling
Around The tomb OF maiden purity. J.B.