New-York tribune., 1841-08-31

win no, ,by own NEE. sear demand me here
That heart who're fondest throbs 10 me were k
Mvname on Earth va. IN thy prayer,
Shall j, be banished ffog thy song IN i'e grganf
How .ball the minstrel! when MS heart IS 'eAA-S
- he oI,d song in other days he sung a.,
Ho,., sball the breast with anguish torn ana
Echo To ,oirth. and prompt the answering In
When the rough blast hath al! the la .l,s
~; L1' 80 80 ,rearbed and on the willow N'"s
r. 1--WE, the ,yoong zephyr but NOAH ani alone
And droops in penslve sadsesS' Da"'7
,b., the bloom of early JOY should cis and cold
o that It's light should Ger De- DC hottest ne,
That Death should mar AhecI5i''n .,t b;s fold
And owe itself be gathered Ia
Ru, Sorrows burden IS ta!e o'' 80
~ ~. a INST make it luxury TO HiouI"
~ 80 HI. honer's story IN the inou!d'
Aast Hil. a liz. leaves in Autuuns breezes borne
h r.,,Is sf his prime, all scattered 'eTe' ana '''"
v..-.o of Earth tie written. never long
A,e lis possessions what their owners deem
They pass 10 dim oblivion like song
a ave the brightest do the riee'est seem
NJ, had heard life. pleasures were dream!
Bu, now kn0u tue truth, ami, 100 us Sung
For ser the glad and glory tinted beam
That lit my life-ts purest. dearest thingT
I've seen Deaths angel fold his dark and emily wing
snrir Of sein,ed lovelness once shrined
In mortal form and my bosom pressed
From the bright mansions where the uncloiheo ''"'
Bathes in immortal bliss and siness rest,
Wilt thou not listen 10 one poor request
From the doomed lingerer all unw!ling mere
And in the tones Of the redeenid and blessd
Whisper again 10 him who once was dear,
And for his sosce brief stoop from thy starry sphere
uyb.re mid the i!lirntabe vastpess old,
TO the fair city where the righteous dwell ,
Whose gates are pearl whose streets are molten gold
Resplendent far beyond What tongue can y Ie"
Sneak of the raptures thy full soul that swell
Tantless OF sin, Immaculate OF clay;
OF glories that shall never fear kneu.
OF airs hut seraphn nnceasing play
In worlds above the sun, where God himself is day
Tree Of t,e pastured green and verdant plans
WHERE with bright beams, eternal summer smiles
And the still waters, radiant with veins
OF heavenly chrysta KISS tue blessed ISLES
OF groves where angel harmony begu!es
And hills whose tops in deafness sp!endor glow
Wales where the ransomed keep celestial whites
In bsuDdless pleasure Earth can never know,
Meath skies for fair, without ehade OF wo
Me,hnks my loved one. in that happy cline
see thee mid the pure, ecstatc throng.
Mingng with kindred summoned erst from tune
And skilled long since TO raise the immortal song
How doth Thy soul expataie among
The whiterobed band who press 10 welcome thee
While thy adIniring eyes in raptures long.
Reve in gories that shall ever be-
Lit by Hs Godike glance, who died on Calvary!
/ see thee with the vision Of the mindl
Led 10 the Tree Of Life for ever fair
And meath its gently whispering boughs reclined
Joy Ger thy glad release from sin and care.
O. sweeter than the dews OF Herman. there.
Or Gilead's balm their sacred accents fall!
While thy blessed features smiles ot glory
And Thy rapt spirit drinks the Joyous all
Fruition's ample fill, that safes, but cannot pail
There would leave thee, Of my soul
Nor e'er recall thee 10 e's weary load
For thee shall peace like radiant rivers roll,
And every sweet desire be lost IN God.
But who shall comfort Oh his lonely road
The mourning soIourner, whose Joys are DER
O when again shall gadness her abode
Make in his bosom, in days of yore
Thy spell broken, EARTH thy pleasures charm no more
Ye, to his spirit doth though, speak bliss
When sorrow to despair hath well nigh driven,
Then its visit. fraught with happiness,
Whispered by Faith aud Hope There ss Heaven
O. when the final strife with death is striven,
And the frame hath ceased length TO bear
Sweet that the soul may washed sn-freed. forgiven,
The snowy mantle of Redemption wear
Yes-there S Heaven, and thou my loved and lost al
lckLri6pe Mass there