The North-Carolina standard., 1845-11-12
mIsCELLANEOUs..
From The Newark Daily Advertiser.


Since dust to Deity may speak,
come, Oh God with bleeding breast:-
Hot tears fast falling on my cheek
Dissolving Misunderstanding chest
And quivering lip that unexpressed
Leaves words, and utters only sighs,
The greatness of my grief attest
Grief stepped in bitterest memories.
need not tell :hee she is dead
Cold in the churchyard-who to me
Was as all earthly joys instead,
All treasures of the land and sea
All dearest names, life, liberty,
Health. honor, fame, could not confer q.
So perfect felicity
AS that once enjoyed in her.
- Thy brilliant boon of love and bliss,
In her bestowed, is now no more.
Oh help my heart TO bow 10 this
To trust and lremble and adore;
For she called mine was thine before
Nor did desert me title give
= Else Woul6'St thou now the lost restore,
And cause the dead again to live.
Her life transcribed each wedlock VOW
Priced much but not enough while here;
owe TO her sweet memory now,
The need Of some melodious tear
Thrice happy he whose heart is clear
From self-reproach, regret, remorse-
WI through no nOuT OF IOTIDeT year
Has failed to prove loves utmost force.
III. ,s
Oh, she was all a wife should be,
Albeit her thoughts were meekly bent
On household good and piety.
What life so sweetly eloquent,
Or so acceptable to Thee,
AS one in humble duty spent!
If not to dazzle with the play
Ofwit was hers, she knew to bless
With smiles as cheerful as the day,
And looks Of love and loveliness-s
Maintaining thus by happiest art
Perpetual sunshine in the heart.
Twas not fading charms of face -
That riveted Loves golden chain
II was the high celestial grace
OF goodness, that doth never wane-
Whose are the sweets that never pail
Delicious, pure, and crowning all.
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Now she is gone now she is gone
Her thickest night doth ever shroud
From mortal view, and Pm like one q,
Whose welfare passelh as a cloud.'-
Lo! too go with sorrow bowed
To the dim land Of shadows, where to 3
She waiteth haply, mid the crowd
4 Of coming ghosts, my entrance there.
Yet were it better far to think
She's now my glistening angel-guard.
Still joined by loves unseVered link,
And near TO keep aye watch and ward
Thy swift winged messenger, Oh Lord
To bear me good, TO Danish ill,
Along life's pathway, steep and hard
My solace, friend, and help-mate still.
Oh, that my smitten heart may gush
Melodious praise, like as when o'er
Eolian haTp-strings wild winds rush
And all abroad sad music pour
So Heavens sweet minstrelsy might hush
Brief time TO listen,-for | know
The hand that doth my comforts crush
Builds bliss upon the base of woe. 4
IfIhy own Son was perfect made
Through suffering deep as helps abyss,
And light Affections here are paid
With an eternal weight of bliss
Sure unmurmuring should kiss
Thy rod Of judment-patient climb
The Mount of Pain, content that this
Leads gradual to thy seat sublime.
The time is near when all shall seem tf
That men pursue with ceaseless thirst
The vainest nothiDgs Of a dream,
Or phantoms that wild madness hurst:
Then when of life know the worst,
And death his stroke shall not defer,
On my rapt soul perchaEce shall burst
The vision bright Of Heaven and her.
The murmur of my whispered prayer
Fails not 10 reach Thy listening ear:
Though sounds unnumbered fill the air, - =
1t o'er them all swells loud and clear
Proceeds it but from heart sincere
ALI crushed and contrite-yielding thence
pleasing fragrance, far more dear :
Than sweetest smoke Of frankincense.
IEwARK, Sept. 1S45. A. G.