Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, W.T. [i.e. Wis.]) 1843-1844, 1844-01-27


Think not the good,
The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done
Shall die forgottea all. Rore.
Why, what's the world bu, wide charnel-house
Its dead, ifnoi renewed, would swell the globe
Beyond the gasp ofthoughi and force the spheres,
Struggling in may masses, into chaos.
Death s our life: we live, and live again,
Rising upot. dust Alas! that life
Knows bu, one parent-death! For all we are
And all we hope. spring fom the gave. The past,
The wizard giant stalking mid the sonbs
or centuries, points but to dust. AID if
All nature moulders thus, until the heel
Can press no dust that is not Of its kind,
Why what is life! lfgiven for earth alo,e,
Better not given. Believe it not! Come with me
Unto deaths chosen temple. Misery keeps
His skeleton orgies here. Couch answers couch
With the death-ra,tle. Pale despair clings close
TO the cold breast that knows no other friend.
And YET the heaven winged hope ina, mocks at i'll
Is holder here than in palace. See
The gentle sister OF gentle sect
a form would craze Phidias, aud face
Brighter than dream-sck fancy linus, in love,
And yet kneelsr by lazar couch
l. i. an angel! Ay. far Heaven can aing
Der the pure heart that which makes earth
heaven
Plucks pc ,rls from ifes dark depths, and from the
grave
Wins smiles as from setting summer sun.
For grief is but shaded JOY, and life,
Without it, were a dreimless sleep. What bliss
Hath more OF heaven than that which thrills the
heart
Oftha, pale sister May sketch the scene
She khelt beside his couch Her fair, slight hands
We're clasped upon her breast: ahd from her lids
Her spirits prayer broke murmurnsIy. Her eyes,
Large, dark, and trembling in their liqu d lighi,
Were turned 10 heaven, III tears; and through her
The panic OF a moment chilly ran.
Twas but moment; and again she rls,
And ben, her form above the bed of torture,
..ike tire meek lily DER the troubled wave.
tier ev. was brighter. ai,l hcr brow more calm,
A., with u ,,rsmblins hand, but pallid cheek,
Size uninsured unto him. He uas dying.
The psstience had smitten him an ie,
Like parchment shr veled in the fame,
W,thered aud shrank beneath it, His fair brow
Grew black and blasted and where smiles had
played
tIo-,or, despair and agony sat .hroned.
His frame, kno,,ed and writhed, lay III unsighsly
lump,
Wr ing with untarthly torturss; and his soul
Struggled with death, in shrieks, and hovls, aud
cur es.
Men yelled their eyes aud fed. Yet she stood there,
Still sweetly calm an unappalled, she stood.
tier soft han smoothed his torture -wrinkied brow,
An held tie cool drought TO his fevered lips.
Her sw voice blessed I'm, and his soul grew calm
Death was u, on nm, black and hideous death,
Rendn. his vials with 4 hand OF fame,
Aud w,encaing nsr..s, and knitting sinews up
With iron h,ssr,:-yet MS soul grew calm,
Ahh while her soce n angel accents &, oAe,
Rose, with her prayerstI heaven. Ohe look she
gave:
He laid-a blackening, foul an hdeous corse.
With sickening heart, the pure she tuned away
| Who would not give a lIfe-a lie made rich
| by all that fancy craves-to win the thoughts,
BY aphs iann,d, which walked thai shi smile
Thai, on her pillow, told shs dreamd OF Heaven