Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1841-03-24
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A JoURNEY--THE BURIAL.

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n was an autumn morn. The forest trees
Had thrown aside their leafy robes, that late
lad smiled on hill and vale and mountain brook.
rhe western breeze had swept away the clouds,
Which hung like mourning weeds around the sky; !
he sun lay buried meath the eastern wave,
nd far as eye could glance, the earth was green
Ind lovely as the Paradise Of God.
Twas such morn as this, left my home
md native hills and old familiar streams,
Where oft in school-boy days, careless roamed
20 pluck the flowers that decked their pleasant
banks.
Twas such morn as this, babe adieu
home and friends loved in early youth,
friends who cheered my soul in hours of gloom,
pa wept to see me drink Affections cup,
Dr haze drunk that cup ZEN TO its dregs.
Is, there is one, one lonely spot, where oft
Re roamed at evening gloomy hour, and sat
side brothers. gyape. The marble guard
lat watch his tomb can tell how many tears
i've fallen on that cold sepulchral clod.
lat morn went to bid long adieu
him whose memory twined around my heart.
poked-the turf seemed glass below. His eye,
zee bright as mornings star, beamed now no
more.
Ie rosy tiDge had left his cheek, all pale
ID cold as clods that lay around his grave.
5 deathless soul-Earth,l exclaimed, thou cansl
ot harm the soul! One tear fell on the sod
ith trembling lip and sad cried, farewell
be willow waving echoed back, farewell!
Der mount and hill and-winding stream passed
ID listened TO the morning sound of birds,
RI gazed upon the mighty stream that bounds
rmont's wild, eastern shore. On either side,
spires of christian temples cast their shade
on the placid, silver wave, and point
traveller to fairer palaces,
\ stand upon the banks Of life's bright stream
ose circling waters grid the heavenly land.
seeing mountains stand on either side
sentinels to guard the vale, might think
II deaths datk ange', as he flew along,
build gaze upon a scene so bright. and pass.
no: he saw the lovely field, and laid
hand upon it, fsirest flower The knell
death, borne on by western winds, rung lout
d echoed sad through forest pines. saw
group Of mourners gathering round grave,
bere new dank earth was heaped. At length
with slow
d measured tread, there came band of yout
Aring the last remains, the last fond hope,
at held father down to earth. He stood
sde the bier and laid his hand upon
eclay-cold cheek. His yearning bosom heaved
y scorching tears fell down his wrinkled face
zen with lifted eye that meekly gazed
. eternity-"Tby will be DONE"
from his guileess lips. My only child,
III J but day, and shall meet thee there"
|pt there was one, one youthful form that stoc
VIE as the marble round him, gazing wild
|.1n that face Of clay" DEATH" he exclamet
eath! "thou canst not, shalt not bury all"
en- from her auburn hair, ringlet, curled
her own hand ere il was cold in death,
severed;--and the clods fell heavily
on the coffin-lId: My soul was sick
prned away and wept, and thought Of home,
d friends and graves, and thought how frail
earthly ties, and prayed for mansions where
hdred and friends shall meet to part no more
March A, 1871.