Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1845-07-31
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NIX MOTHERS GRAVE.

Written dy ELIHU BURRITT', gtcr
risiting The dmying place Of his mother.
Emilia, there is spot of earth, little mound,
as yet uniringed with single blade of grass to
which my spirit would beckon yours. 1t is My
Notb0's Craze. You have wept over the sod
ded resting place of beloved parent: come them
see where they laid my mother; and such moth
er as scarcely ever was laid in the grave, since
graves were made.
The hour has come, has past-the hour CT
separations; yet, I cannot believe her gone T.
now. while yam orc asleep. and tho world
sleeps in the stillest watches of the night, her
bland, heavenly spirit seems near me while
write. Once thought that the sun would be
darkencd when she died; and every star 60 out
in the armament of my soul; and the birds would
strike their languid wings in mournful silence
and my heart be sad and songless But not so;
have hardly shed a tear, though once deemed
that should Gil her grave with them. But she
lives! | know she lives, and loves me still She
lives nearer the Throne of Grace, where angels,
pray: and there | am sure she prays for me.
No! she is not dead, lie who said: II an the
resurrection and the 4tc," says that she is not
dead. lie who said to the dying malcAct,r.
D." This day tomorrow-not at the end of
the world, but this day,-"thou shalt be with me
in paradise" he says she is not dead, but sleepeth
Sleepeth What sleeps! her disembodied spirit!
no, that has just awokc from sleep, to a new life
in the presence ofGod; to newncss oflile in Him
who lives and is her life; to the life of angels;
endowed, in kind with all the faculties they pos
sess, clothed upon with their glorious immortal
ty; indyduaIized among the spirits Of the Just
made perfect---mark that word made perfect put
into communication and communion with the
Father Of spirits by the same faculties, by which
it shall know and be known, see and be seen,
love and be loved, through all the cycles of I'M
ending DURATION Sleepelh! What sleeps? the
bandagc torn from her spirits eyes, that shut out
the overwhelming vision of Gods presence and
glory, and Brightness and bliss, insupportabe to
flesh and blood. That sleeps; and it will sleep
forever, unless she be banished again from hea-
ven.
My mothers grave, said T---come see where
they laid herr No! she is not here; she has ris-
en-! When the last pulsatlon of this earthly life
quiycred in the frozen fountain Of her heart it
was then that the angels rolled away the rock Of
her sepulchure and she rose in him who has
risen, and lis the resurrection, and the life Like
the dying penitent she, too, is this day with him
in Paradise; not waiting there for lips to join in
the songs Of tie redeemed; not waiting for anoth-
err resurrection to give her hands to strike the
golden harps, or ears to hear their celestial mu.
sic, or eyes to look upon Him who stitch upon
the throne and upon the Lamb forever; OF feel
to walk the streets of the New Jerusalem
Blest spirit, at this still hour of midnight
come whisper to mine, unresful and pensive-
Come, and in the spirit utterance with which thou
communist with the angels, tell me; in that city
of thy God whose glory is its sun, lackest thou
anything of or alike thy old tabernacle of clay tc
make thy bliss complete? Is there anything ly
ing here in my mothers grave that thou woudst
have in heaven? Hast thou left behind thee
aught of thy being that thou wouldst now recoy.
er in the spirt-glorious existencel
Say, is there fountain of bliss at which an
gels drink, sealed against thy spiri-lips! Is there
a scene which they see opening upon endless
years and space, and infnity ofGod's attribute:
and glory, shut out of thy visionl Are the things
which human eye hath not seen, nor ear heard
nor heart conceived, withheld thy fruition, til
time shall be no more with mortals here below
or till some other distant resurrection shall sup
lPly thee with new organs of sense all unlike the
angelsP Thou hast finished thy course. In year,