Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1844-03-22
Frnm ihe Gnnette and Courier.

!S,oc,s,,J nm attending the funeral Of tco sisters
Mrs Eastman and Aiss Dole, rhO 'oere ootA 0HT'
ed in one gTare,
by MRS. MARY r. HALL.
7, vss a lovely. pleasant morn, and mild,
The sunbeams pla we'd on earth pure snowy robe
AS If in haste to break bleak winter 5 SPELL.
And melt the icy chain that long had bound
Her bosom in its stern and chill embrace.
With chastened hearts and spirits sad, we moved
On, TO the house Of God knowing tnll well
The solemn scenes 10 be transacted there,
Twas sad TO see them side by side, those loved
Those lovely sisters, so calmly sleeping,
The long, last sleep Of death, from which none car
Awake. save by the sound Of Gabriels trump.
The blast of which shall rouse the slumberlng dead
Deep, deep solemnity prevailed through That
Vast crowd. who met to pay the tribute sad
To dear departed ones-gazed the last lime
On those beloved by many many hearts,
/ saw the aged father, mother there, -,
Bowed down with weight OF years, put more WIN
with sorrow deep. YES far too deep for tears;
For when the heart with agony is wrung,
Tears in their channels seem to stay, and scorn
To offer TO the sufferer sweet relief.
One was a wife, a mother, and there stood,
BY her loved clay the partner oil her youth,
Who led two lovely cherubs fair, once more,
To gaze upon that angel mothers face.
I saw imprinted the fond parting kiss,
On those cold lips, so colorless and still,
Bv one sweet pirl.-the other smiled and seemed
Unconscious Of her loss. Heart rending SIGHT!
1 saw the tears steal down the check of YOUTH
The aged wept-and childhood's sunny face
Showed signs of grief,
Scarce have | seen the drops of sorrow stream
From eyes of man-but man too wept, and seemed
Once to forget, he's not to weeping gwen!
| said that one was n wife-the other was
The youngest, f~airest, flower that bloomed within
That dear domestic bower-who gave a charm
To aged parents, brothers, sisters, all.
nuf Inva and frinndehin had NOT mower to EtaV
The fell destroyer's hand-nor prayers nor tears
Could aught avail-but the pale tyrant death
Game with his message from the King Of Kings,
And clasp'd her in his chill embrace, to Us
The reasons dark-to God the reasons just!
| saw them borne TO their last resting place,
And lowered side by side in the dark grave
And the deep solemn voice Of friends was heard
Chanting a mournful requiem e'er their clay.
How many hearts with pity bled for him,
The absent one unconscious of the loss
He then sustained-and who returned but Just
One dav too late, to see his sisters laid
Meath the cold sod! And many tears were shed,
And prayer from many hearts assembled up
Before the throne OF God, for the lone one,
VIII LEFT her early home and social band,
A few short months ngo, for southern Chimes
MAY Heaven sustain her in affections hour,
So dark and deep,-and tho no one on earth
Can answer to the sweet name OF sister,
MAY she with resignation bear the rod,
Knowing for us Heaven doeth all things well!
Those lfeless sisters, side by side, they haunt
Me yet ] see them in deep midnight's GLOOM
At break Of morn-and gentle twilight's shade
Methinks a voice comes stealing from their grave
Proceeding from their lifeless forms, saying
SHow short are all the things of time and sense,
Vain ones OF earth, prepare to meet thy God ="
Charlemont, Feb. 1874.