Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1841-10-23
LINES.
ON THE DEATH OF LUCY HOOPER,

aAe KALI bbAEll ~
Who diedi In Brookzyn(L l.. ~ on The lStefsA mo-,
aged "a years.
by j. q. WHITTIER.
They tell, me Lucy, thou art dead
That all 81 thee we loved and cherished
Has With thy summer roses persisted;
And left, AZ it's young beauty lied,
An ashen memory in its stead!--
Cold twilight Of a parted day.
That true and loving heart--that gift
Of a mind earnest, clear, profound,
Bestowing, with a glad unthrift,
Its sunny light on all around,
Atinitlcs which on y could
Cleaye to the Beautiful and Good
And sympathies which found no rest
Save with the Loveliest and the Best
OF thcm-of thee remains there nonght
But sorrow in the mourner's breast--
A shadow in the Land Of Thought!
No!-Eyen mn weak and trembling faith
Can Tiff, for thee, the veil which doubt
And human fear have drawn about
The all-awaiting scene OF death.
Even az thou vast see thee still,
And, save the absence OF all III,
And pain and WEAKNESS, which here
Summoned the sigh or Wrang the tear,
The same as when two summers BACK,
Beside our chiidhood's Merrimaek,
/ saw the dark eye wander Ger
Stream, sunny upland, rocky shore,
And heard thy low, soft voice alone
Midst lapse Of waters, and the tone
or sore leaves by the west-wind blown
There's not a charm of soul or brow
OF all we knew and loved in tllee
But lives in holicr beauty now,
Baptized in Immortality!
J Not mine the sad and freezing dream
Of souls that with their earthly motld
Cast off the loves and joysof old
Un%bodied-like a pale moonheam,
As pure, MS passionless, and cold;
Nor mine the hope. OF Indra's son
OF slumberitlg in obliylon's rest, o.
LIES myriad's blending into one
In blank Annillilatlon blest;
Dust atoms Of the Infinite
Sparks scattered from the central light,
And winning back through mortal PAIN
Their old unconsciouaness again.
Mol have FRIENDS in Spirit and,--
Not shadows in a shadowy band
Not Others, but themselves, are they
And still | think of them the SAINT
AS when the Masters ummon came,
Their change-the holy Moonlight breakIn
Upon the drcom-worn sleeper, waking
A change from Twilight into Day!
THEY'VE laidthee midstthe household grave
Where Father, Brother, Sister lie,
Below thee sweep t.e dark blue waves,
Above the bends the hummer sky
Thy own loved Church in sadness read
Her solemn ritual DER thy head,
And blessed and hallowed with her pray'
The turf laid lightly DER thee there.
That church, whose rights and liturgy
Sublime and old, Were truth to thee'
undoubted, to thy bosom taken
AS symbols of a Faith mistaken.
Even ], Of simpler views, conldieel
The beauty of thy trust and zeal;
And owning not thy creed, could sec
How life-like it must seem to thee,
And how thy feryent heart had thrown
O'era all, n c~oloring Of its own,
And kindled up intense and warm
A life in every rite and form;
As, when on Chebar's banks Of old
IIG Hebrew y gorgeous siStolt loi1bs
A spirit filled the vast machine
A life within the wheels was seen.
Farewell.-a little time and we
Who knew thee we'll, and loved thee her
One after one shall follow thee,
As pilgrims through the Gate of Fear
Which opens on Eternity.
Yet shall we cherish not the less
All that is left our hearts meanwhile.
The memory of thy loneliness
Shall round. our weary pathway smile,
Like moonlight when the SUI has set,
A sweet and tender radiance yet.
Thoughts Of thy clear-eyed sense of Duty
Thy generous seorn of all things wrong
The truth, the strength, the graceful beau
Which blended in thy song.
All lovely things by thee beloved
Shall whisper to our hearts Of thees
These greenhills where thy childhood roved
Yon river winding to the sea-
The sunset-light of Autumn ewes
Rejecting on the deep, still floods,
Cloud, crimson sky, and trembly leaves
Of rainbow-tinted woods
These, in our view, shall heneeforth take
A tender meaning for thy sake,
And all thou loved'st of earth and sky
Seem sacred of thy memory!