Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1842-02-10
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ny WILLIAM II. cRAssroS.

ny WILLIAM II. cRAssroS.
o, though on depressed and lonely
All my fears are laid aside,
IL but remember only
Such as these have lived and died.
LosoFELLow
IL was summers eve,
Just as the sun had gained his wonted rest,
That ], In trouble, and with care Oppressed,
Sat down, alone, TO weep.
The western sky WIS bright,
And mildly beautiful the mellow beams
Of the departing sun s00thej me 10 dreams
Peaceful us dewy night.
sought a pensiyo stream
And on Its banks, all srewed with modest flower,
Reclined, slept through many heeting hours,
Beneath the moons pale beam.
My souls expressions ned -
And all the storms with which this dreary life,
Zen in its mildest sunshine, is so Tile,-
Like errors VI the dead.
A sweet felicity,
30 mike augh' that's known by us below,
Game DER my mind, as bends the proni.c-bow,
When the wild tempests foe,
An army round me stood,
Robed In the yestments of the silent grayc,--
The young all beautiful, snd uged brave,
Surprising brave and good.
knew them as OF DID,
The reverend fathers who hsd counseed me,
IL youths bright moment, OF impassioned glee,
And manhood's spirit bold.
The thoughfless band OF youth,
Who were my playmatos IN liio's happier hours,-
But passed away, alike earth's rarest dowers,
Scons OF hope and truth.
A crcng crowd Of those
Who were so lovely in their purity,
Maidens Of earth alas once dear TO me,
Biighfed like Springs young rose.
There perfect form,
With noble brow, and meath II, too, were set
suCh deep blue Dyes, like summers violet,
Too modest for lies storm.
Her youthful checks still bore
Tho same expressive hue ms when stood
buoyant youth, beside this stream and wooed
Her virgin love, OF yore.
She sat beside nae now,
Placed her white hand So gently in my own,
And brushed away my lock-. the breeze had blown
Over my thoughtful brow.
she whispered unto mo,
And the sweet tones OF her familiar voice,
Broke on my ear, and bid my soul rejoice,
"-Come, loved one, 60 with me
"Why hast thou stayed 30 long,
In cold world where faith is mixed with fear !--
d conis with me, for thou art still Us dear,
As In lile's varied throng.
"Down in the grave mid gloom,
We must repose IN called TO rise above -
Deaths sleep is sweet when those who dearly love,
Embrace within the tomb.
"Ages OF unborn time
VIII roll above Us with an eurthqunkc's troad,
But not 10 rouse us ill the mighty dead
Pass TO the judgment cline.
"Then we shall enter in
The heavenly city in perfection pure,
No more earih's fearful trials 10 endure,
Forgiven Of all SIM"
! ciasped her TO my heart,
And moved toward the tomb where should lie,-I
mighty voice spoke from the spangled sky,
In laundering tones" DEPARTn
The voice came down from heaven,
And further said, " Ye holy, happy throng, |
why bear ye him to rest with you along,-
Ills SINS ARE UNFoRGIvES I"
That cherished group were gone,
] woke 10 dun reaIy-the storm
VI hnture aud uf lie beat on my form,
And forth went-'twas morn.
Take warning, o my soul, II
Prepare thy household, thsn wih thee shall stand,
Thy happy bride, in Gods eternal land, II
Where LIES bright waters roll. Il
EXPORT, n. L. February, 1912.