New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-01-16
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Made tremulous with sorrow, in my ear
Murmured the mournful message. while hand
Pressed soft on mine, III the sweet confidence
Oflove which grief had hallowed. From the page
Tia, had beguiled me 10 forgetfulness
Of all earths miseries, with sudden pang
lifted us my eyes, and sought TO read
In the pale face bent o'cr ne-sought yet feared
Sad confirmation OF her sad report.
Oh, with what rapid tracery Sorrow writes
It's record on the brew serene crewhile,
Then Swallowed suddenly. and wearing long
The impress of deep suffering Al! was there
Knit brow, and hurried eye and quiverng lip,
Gave sad response" Our AGATHA is DEAD J.
Then fell upon my heart crushing weight,
Heavy and cold and earth, and sea and sky
Their brightness lost for me, and owe all
A pail of darknessla lay. Nor odoroHs air.
Ner flowers fresh blooming. the song of birds,
Nor Natures wondrous music, from the wood
And running stream, and dashing waterfall,
Flung out continuous, nor the sweeter voice
Of children at their play, the soft CLEAN
Ofcyes that spoke Of Love, nor words Of hope
Breathed from Affections lips, nor kind appeals
TO look to HIM whose Christening hand is laid
In tenderest pity on His little ones,
Could bring me peace or from my cIush'd heart Lit
The icy weight of sorrow. To myself
| seemed forlornest of Ear,h's mulritudes,
And Rugged my selfish grief, by day and night,
Feeding my hungry soul with bitter thoughts.
And holding dark companionship with Grief!
On mpous! thus Gods goodness to mpeach,
And war insanely with the Love Divine
Years have gone by, and I--wbo long have been
Over the earth wandcrer, seeing oft
The grief could not heal, and hearing oft
The still, sad music of humanity,
Thus happy taught how holy in its power
To soothe the scrrowing heart is Sympathy
Still untorgetting but with calm regret
Remembering the lost, as one whose light
Was early quenchcd on earth, 10 be in heaven
Kindlea with brighter lustre-stand once more
Ger all the grave could claim Of Agatha
How, thro thousand changes that have passed
Over my life, through tolls and wanderings.
Temptations, conflicts, triulnphs, griefs and joys.
Has Memory turned to this thrice -hallowed spot
And here my thoughts have clustered-here have
dwelt
Serene affections; for, when Time, at length,
Meowed the sorrow that had been despair
To tenderest regret new feelings spruag
To life within my soul and love for her,
Whose smile had been my sunshine, thus became
Widened to love for wide Humanity
Oh, blessed is the ministry of Grief,
When, with meek spirit, TO its discipline
We bow and know its baptism for the heart
is thus made pure, with larger sympathies,
With holer hopes and sanctihed desires
Here, then, dear Agatha with chas,ened soul,
While solemn memories OF the Pest throng back,
Filling my eye with tears, upon thy grave,
Reverent kneel, and on the cold, white stone
That bears thy name and tells the passer.by
How brief thy life-how pure, it cannot tell
Trace with tremulous hand my last adieu!
-Hencciorth the grave is best
Oh, call il dark more, since she IS LAID
In its still depths, whose lille sunshine made
Mid darkness manifest
Cheering the gloom of sorrow and despair,
And pouring blessings round her every where!
She taught us how TO live:
With blameless life girt round with sancuty,
Lowly in heart, in soul and purpose high,
Sweet lessons did she give
Offai,h, of love, of hope-for all that shone
Brightest in Christian lives, she made her own
She taught us how to die:
With what e holy JOY aside she flung
This mortal bondage, and exuitlng sprung
To Immortality
Oh, who could fear to tread, as she hath trod,
The path through death that leadeth unto God
Oh, Grave sacred trust
To thee is given mo common ashes sleep
Within thy guardian arms-securely keep
This consecrated dust,
TILL quickened with new life, it shall arise,
A glorious body, fitted for the skies