The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1844-12-05

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Composed on the death OF the TWO elueS' "a"s"-
,ers and son of ZImRI and BETsEY POND, who
died at Chicago, on their journey from Cornwaii
", N Henderson ILL., Addressed to Mrs Pond
Sister we send thee from thy FIRST fair home'
Some token ofour love-some word OF cheer,
healing balm for the lone heart that moufhs'
O'erfaded blossoms ONCE so bright, so fair.
For we have heard thy voice which speaks oil gfei'
And gazed with anguish OH TIE deepening goom'
Wbicc gathered round thee, whilst the midnight thief
Relentless robbed thee ofthy cherished ones;
And left thee lone and desolate away,
From thine own native hills and verdant plains,
From the fond pleasures oftline early days,
And the sweet converse ofthy kindred friends.
But think not distance e'er can break in twain
The tie that binds us in affections chain,
Nor e'er that TIME shall cause us to forget
Those far away-whose absence we regret
And oh, If friend that love thee e'er can soothe
Thy sorrowing heart by sympathy and love-
Gould e'er thy heartfelt grief some solace know,
If kindred tears in union sweet should flow
Then when thou mourn ST the falling tears shalt
prove,
Tint hearts ALIKE bereaved ALIKEE must grieve.
All little thought we the Inst happy eve,
That thou didst tarry-we so soon should grieve'
For thine own children numbered with the dead.
But oh, we rondy hoped on their young heads
Heavens choicest, richest, blessings might de She'd
And though 10 distant lands their feet should tread
Did we not hope that they might bloom to bless
Their Father carc-ther Mothers fond caress?
And by their noble deeds and words of truth,
Prove to their country gems ofuntod WORTH
Whose blest example like the glorious sun,
Numines all who meath its influence comes,
And leads them to the towering heights OF bliss.
BY the sure paths ofpeace and holiness.
Such were our hopes-alas! where are they now
Though bright they were, in dust we see them low,
Nought but some troubled vision now remans,
OF the fair promise we from time did claim,
A dark and dreamy vision of the ills,
Which the recital of thy journey fills.
We see thee onward borne from friends and home,
Prosperous at first, till dread sea sickness comes
The sure companion of the raging storm,
guest unwelcome midday, eve or morn,
Who makes the young, the aged and the gay
Almost to wish that life might pass away,
lfin such loathing anguish long to i've,
Ia but the boon which they for life must give.
Again we see thee bending DER the form
Ofthy denr HARRIET mute in deaths cold arms,
The lapless victim of the fever's rage,
Which neither skill nor kindness could assuage,
But steady to its purpose fixed its aim,
The fell destroyer life itself did claim,
And she must die, the beautiful, the young,
On board that lonely boat, strangers among,
While vet thy SARAH languishes the hour,
Bat to expire upon a stranger shore.
Again we see thee in the city strange,
Bearing thy Henry in thy feeble arms lsde
Through streets unknown, with kind ones by To,
Bearing thy infants thy lone way to guide,
To yonder dwelling where thy husband waits,
Watching the lovely dead -disconsalate
And thou dost .hither bend thy weary feet,
With achilg heart the loved and lone to greet.
And as thine ONLY son TO rest is laid,
All, little dreamest thou with the lonely dead,
So soon to number him,-but we forbear
The sad rehearsal of thy toll and care
Through many days of grief and loneliness,
When sickness was thy stern and constant guest
For well we know on the sad theme to dwell
Would wound afresh the hearts we fain woul
heal.
Butyet we gently would approach the place
Where thy dear children seep--thatwem may trac
The hand Of kindness to the stranger given.
And oh. if works of love e'er meet in Heaven,
Their sure reward-a glorious recompense
Awaits to greet the true benevolent
Of that far port, who in the darksome hour
Did bring such blessings 10 the strangers door.
Sister, with grateful heart adore that Power,
Who, when thy cup of sorrow did run DER,
Should in the strangers heart such love awake,
As led to blest exertion for thy sake.
And when thou mourn'st for thy departed dead
Oh, NAV such grace in thy lone heart be shed
That thou may'st trace the hand of Sovereign low
And for thy lasting solace look above
To the pure fount of everlasting peace,
Whose healing waters soothe the troubled breas
And may you be resigned unto the will
OF Him whose glory does creation fill,
Whose dealings work together for the good
OF those who love him-whose Christening rod
Is laid on those he loves, but to refine
And heautify as silver from the mine,
And when their days of trial here are DER,
He bids them welcome to heavenly shore.
Cornwall. 1874. H.A' r
A baiIiff. calling at the residence of
distressed Quaker TO serve writ, was
fused admittance. He said TO the serva