Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1841-02-24
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The subjects notice in the following lines are
the family of brethsr Caleb this village
The deaths were recorded in the Telegraph. fiom
time to time, as they occurred, during Few months
past. e.sH.
Lines on the death Of three youth tuE friends
tao brothers.and q sister, 20 theirporenis,
brothers and sisters.
Death laughs at human woe, land grinss
With holrid exultatioo, when
The fairest prey bis arrow wins, 70
And wounded hearts are torn again-
But heaven has made his CHASTITY irown
Thrice welcome to the pious soul,
Which calls the richest blessings down,
As Deaths dark waters DER it rolls.
And we, who live, may sadly weep
When that relentless, icy hand,
COnsigns to his dark, dreamless sleep
Friends priceless, yet its Gods command.
But to the dying there is bliss,
The heavenly gates seem opening wide,
Where fair, perennial glory is
They haste, forever to abide.
How coldly sought the blood my heart
When first heard that two dear friends
Allen and Isaac had TO part Lbehds.
With time, been called. Faith halting
I scarce can think it was so now, Eheaitb;
When last we met they bloor1ed with
Strength stamped, was seen, On each fae
bow,
Life proudly promised peace and wealth.
We met when evenings silent shades
Had closed around the wasted day;
The hour, when noeght cur peace invades,:
AS youthful friends we met to pray.
We prayed, but little thought so soon,
+ Two would be near the throne Of God;
We dreamed no: then. that e'er twelve moons
Two forms must s!umber meath tie sod
We prayed, and spoke Of heavenly hope,
Of speeches. bliss beyond the skies,
Of union where no spirits droop,
OF that bright faith which never dies.
Oh, they have gone before NE, where
Immortal crowns their brows adorn;
But will hope 10 join them there
On the revivifying morn.
Yes there are scenes that never fade
. On diamonds wrote with iron pens
Time meier these treasures can invade,
Or memory grow weak aud vain.
Dear friends ye felt as if the weight
Ofthese dread strokes would bear you
down;
Would crush all hopes, which had so late
Buoyed you above each earthly frown. ~
Remember tits holy power,
+ That wounds in mercy these he loves;
And in the most affecting hour,
Oh, bless the hand, your love, that proves.
And she, your daughter, sister dear,
+ With cheerful hope resigned her breath;
Oh, how the thought your hearts must cheer
That all were happy, cen in death.
They now, we trust, before the throne --
Cast down their crowns Of brilliant gold,'
Bowing before the great Unknown, -
The One Invisible behold.
The stroke seemed teribl,, that they
| In youthful vigor clad for strife,
Should thus Of death become the prey,
Just entering on the scenes Of lie.
! 1t may be that plying God
Snatched from temptation, woe severe;
1t must be that his heavy rcd
In kindness smo,e your friends, most dear.
Now on the mourner's powerful Friend,
! Your souls in confidence repose;
On Christ, for Joy and strength depend,
| His voice can soothc your sharrest woes.
In dark a1liction's fiery waves,
/ Ye have been tried, and may ye rise,
| With purer holicr, frn7er gaze
/ Fixed on your home beyond the skies.
There ye Will meet them and rejoice s..
! Through endless, circIing, noteless time,
Raising your song with rapt'rous voice
Where yesper-bsIls may never chime.
...-.~. ALvAH HoVEY.
Essex, II. z. Dee. 1910. s-->-.~s