Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1842-10-21

vi. As her fingers glided over the keys
lie fair girl, in sweet, melodious voice
ing the following lines, composed by Sybi
uring a temporary absence from home, |
Nv months before her death.
TIE VOICES AT HOME.
/ love enrths bright and primrose paths,
Her lawns and blooming trees,
The warblers in the summers woods,
The music in the breeze
But dearer yet the happy hearth,
The sounds that from il come
The voices to my childhood dear,
The voices of my home.
What pleasant dreams at night will come
Mid scenes Of lovely hue
Where stoop those angel forms TO bless
We wake and wish them true;
But sweeter and more gentle forms
Do not in visions come,
Than those which smile and welcome us
Around the hearth at home.
How many happy faces fit
Befort us in the crowd
We know their laintest wishes well
Mid thousand voices loud
a tie still binds our hearts to theirs
When far away roam,
But oh were hound by dearer ties
10 those we love ut home.
The weary frame may seek relief,
In farest climcs earth
But one is dearcr than them all
The spot that gave us birth.
The voices to our hearts so dear
We hear where'er we roam
How rush the feelings n, the sound,
The magic sound, of home
The beauties Of Italian skies
May win upon the soul,
The sea in dread magnifcence
Before the eye may roll
But oh, while gazing,on them ALL
A sweeter thought will come
The beauty of the sky that bends,
The stream we love AT HOME.
And maidens gay and beautiful
Gu the sunny shores of France
And SPANS proud daughters may TO us
Seem visions of romance
But dearer yet Now ErElunds hills
Ifcr bright eyed ones more fair
| see their well known forms arise
My own sweet home is there
The father sits beside his hearth,
HIS child upon his knee
And dearer yet than all the rest
The mothers smile we see:
And sisters forms, gentle, kind,
Upon the fancy come
Oh, where are those so dear TO US
As those we leave at home.
VII. AS the sweet creature finished tn
asst stanza, she was overpowered with ENC
ion, and as the sound of her voice was d,
ng away, her eye gazed upwards, as
aught by supernatural vision. Risin
rom her seat, she threw her arms aroun
Ter mothers neck, and wept bitterly, as tn
images of the past gided before her spirit.
Mother she will not come TO me but
SHALL co TO HER"
"Be calm, my love, be calm; there is
IoME above in the regions of light"
ooh yes-and the uOiceS of that hOme-d
not hear them! Does she not call me 7
The poor girl rose, and kissing her mother
orehead, retired to her chamber, where ST.
inelt at her be dside and poured out he
soul in prayer.
have but little to add TO this simple rec
al, and if my readers commenced the per-
sal ofthis sketch in the expectation of 6ndiu
N its details, any stirring incidents or hie
description of female passion, tn,
are Of course disappointed. Grace Flemir
is no heroine, unless she be the heroine
the affections. She is no gay creature
romance and her story has nothing startlir
or romantic in IFS every day annals 81
was in love, but it was with her Father
Heaven. Sweet creature, she is not lor
for this world The finger Of death is upo
her, and she will soon lay by the side Of h
sister in wonder churchyard When ii
next mornings sun cast its yellow beams i
to the window of her chamber, it found h
PROSTATE upon the death bed-pale g. almo
as she lay folded in Il
arms of the destroyer. Her mother, al
the clergyman are now, as | write, kneeliI
at her bed side, mingling their prayers wi
hers, in her last dying hour, and anxious
awaiting the moment that shall release h
pure spirit from its tabernacle, and bend
way to the bosom of her God. Soon-ve
soon--it may be that she is even now gon
the light will fade away in its socket-al
rise and flicker no more upon earth. VIII
more sorrowful spectacle than that of
sweet girl, fading slowly away, lingeri
before your eyes for months, perhaps
years, clinging to life and yet conscious ii
the hand of death is upon her, and that S
must soon go. How sweetly the oOieeS
Home fell from her lips as she sat at the
ano, almost entranced-soon the vOiceS
the Loged and Lost will welcome her to
celestial Home. Peace to the dying girl |!
w. j.