New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-07-12


Death loves shining mark"
R,r,o odorous fowers-she Byzantine to twins
Around her love inspiring lutte
Bring sowers-she Rose TO decorate the shrine
OF her, whose rnusicvoce lie mute
Bring eowers--ihe Violet, type Of worth
Meek modest, and Of Heavens own hue
Magnolia flowers that bloom so high from earth
They scarce are wet by mornings dew.
Come Youth. and Maidens robed in white, and bring
To CsroIine's grave this embemstic offering
More close than Byzantine two flowers e'er twined-
Two hearts affections tendris bound;
Her loveness with queenly grace combined,
Cast sweetness like the Rose around;
Her eye in nneexness gazed upon the skies,
AZ looks the Vioet's up above;
Her mind. like loftesi tree Of Paradise, Love
Bore fruits Of Though,--bloomed flowers Of
VIII, worth, and truth in Caroline combined
Her heart a fount-a casket her exhsustless mind
She rests in fowery gsde--let fall no tear,
1t was her wish her friends would not here
What friends, Al were her Jriepds who knew her
Her can never be forgot
For they viii come at eventide around
Her lowly bed, loving band
And lightly tread upon the hslowed ground
Lay garland therejoin hand in hand,
And round her monumen, will form ring lsins
With harp and lutte, and loyetoned voice will stop an'
Thy friends have come
We come dear sister, 20 thy mansion lowly
And softly breathe thy name at vespsr hours.
When hearts beat warm and peaceful, calm and holy
IL Natures breath pertaining all the flowers
Around thy tomb.
Thy name we love.
II uembles On our lips as oft as spoken,
For 10 our hearts il has magic spell -
Although the cord !. loosed the bowl is broken,
Our lips can never lisp Last Farewell -
We meet above.
Exotic flowers,
Thy fostering heart ne'er left to perish
DO mourn-each morn they're wet with tears IKE dew
The festhered choristers thy memory cherish
And mournfu d.rges sing while fitting through
Thy lonely bowers
Thy favored steed
impatient stands within his stall, and listens
To catch those tones Of voice he loved full well
Thy footballs in the grove, where fountains gisen
Will sound no more, or crush the howerets oen
On grassy mead
Nature doth mourn.
For fallen hath priestess at her altar
And all who knew thee feel the pangs Of woe
We love thy hsunts and though the voice will islte
We n sng thy virtues as through life we go
To Heavens best bourn.
Gone 10 the light
That brightly shone, surprising earthly splendof-
Gone to iIlume the Courts OF Bliss above
Unto the Savior an account to render.
And 10 receive the need Of deafness Love
Bclovd, Il Good Night
But still those friends will loer round the spot
For every living hcart's scroll
OF dear mementos and forgetme-not
Has Friendship sealed upon the soul
And In her parlor will they love to lineer'
Endearcd by many social ties
Each object that she loved will Memorys hngef
Point 10 be viewed by kindreds eyes
WIN not her shade descend from realms OF biiss
Fh, in their midst, and give their lips Spirits kiss
Speak words OF comfort to widows heart
Whose only daughter hath gone" Home,
In Heavens sweet mins,relsy to sing part,
And crown her friends wheneer they come.
Wu she MOI make Of glory's rays some token
Inla!d with priceless gems oil love, broker
To give to him whose plight stern Death hat
To stronger make the ties above
VIII lot the thoughts suppress the Mothers sigh
To think Of one so cor,iy hte-so NJ 10 der