Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1840-02-19
Poetry
Eor lhe Kermoal Telegraph.
MISS CUMMIN G s,

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h,rr MISSIONARY TO THE KARENs)
=, a,av truly be said Of her that she was cody
..or,sn' and amid all her loneliness and trials,
amid all her tolls among the sons OF the wider
,,...v;thout friend to assist her, or even white
Caco..o look upon, we had seen her uniformly calm
and ua,ient, selEdenying and heavenly minded;
ana now At the close OF her suferings, though she
gave no word or token to her earthly friends, yet
we knew when we saw her lips become motionless
in death, that in the regions above angels were
welcoming her as a sister spirit to their holy COM
pany.
Letter from ~. BrO,on, Maulmein Aug 9, 1884.
she stood upon the shelly strand, a maiden young
and fair. tf
And silently a mingled group had gathered round
g her there,
And gushing from their friendly eyes, the bitter
tear.drops fell,
For there the loved and beautiful had met to say,
farewell"
There stood the sire beside his child, gloomy
hour for him
Whose form was bowed with age and care, whose
eye was growing dim;
But meekly on the cold sands there he knelt, and
calmly gave
His dearest earthly treasure to the deep and faith
less wave.
The last adieu was spoken, and its thrilling tone
were gone
And then in solemn grandeur moved the statel,
vessel on,
Again, again the sad farewell came the blue water
DER,
Ard mingled with the parting hymn that died alon
the shore.
Her native hills rose beautiful with summers foil
age crowned;
o, never had they looked so green with dusky wave
around,-
And lingering by the vessels side, she watches
each lovely light,
And saw the last green hilltop fade forever iron
her sight.
Then burst the fountains Of her heart-her tear
fell down rain,
At thoughts Of home and friends she ne'er on cart
might see again;
The bower OF prayer, the silver stream, the gar
den and the green,
Seemed loyelier now while musing on each we
remembered scene.
Weeks passed and months-the sky and wave sti
met the weary eye,
When suddenly the joyous cry of "land," II
"land!" went by;
o, beautiful the green leaves looked, along Il
Hoogly's side,
And beautiful the giIded boats that sailed upon i
tide.
The high pagoda's golden spires were cleaning
the sun;
And Far away thousand hills were rising one
one;-
The orange and the lemon hung on many an a
> cient tree;
But what, devoted one, were all these lovely seem
to thee .
Alone on Burmah's healthy hills, | saw that stran
err stand; ~-ry.
WithOuta friend to guide or cheer in all tbs deaf
fraught land;
No Sabbath bell was there to break the stiffness
the morn; =. a1 @t..t
What brought the lovely wanderer to this dal
land forlornl
Love to the lost-from hut and hill the sable Kart
came,
And listened with fearful eve to his Redeemer
name,
And ineekly gave his heart to Him who for tt
beathen died, e.s
Andtrampled on the gods he long had worshippe
in his pride.
And now is heard the Christian hymn, those ar
cient streams along,
Where late Ger hill aud vale and stream run
hoarse the idol song; 80 ~
But she who taught that blessed hymn, is sleepin
cold and low
With kindred dust where dark and deep the wave
OF Salwen flow. - r0tei7e.
But though to fan her dying brow no mothers han
was near,
Yet was she given to the grave with many bite
tear
And though her bed is dark and cold, her slice
shall be as sweet,
And ne,er regret she laid her all at her Redeemer'
feet.
Agricultural.
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