Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1847-06-24

"Thither, where he lies buried
That sacred rput Is all the world 10 me

"Thither, where he lies buried
That sacred spot Is all the world TO me-
1t was the FIRST Of October For two three weeks il
had been mos, hot and suy weather during which
gon seemed ride upon the night air. bearing upon its
pinons magnity and death 1t was through of our
most lovely New England villages that the deadly masma
swept, prosiratng after another, I'LL five in family
lay whitening and pning under its bighng influence. Al
this house. the medical skill Of four five
question: bat il seemed scarcely tame mach lees 10 sub.
due, the raging fever
10 upper chamber. lay whose native mountain
home in distant town lie had here, however by
his frank Ingenious disposon aud noble generosity
spirit won for himself place the neeonaie regard OF
his fellows and The community around him. Bot the hand
Of disease upon him. aud Death about 10 strike the
"sgnal blow One by his companions 10 breathe
parting word, and weep last adieu. AourneFs all pale
with anguish enccled the bed, receive his dying
sell Father mother brother aud sisters there to wit
the gentle foldings of the hands 10 die
Two days passed. and brought the Sabbath This was
his burial day The north wind grew cold and bleak yet
it dshcarened his comrades from twenty miles ride
to bear him his grave Eighteen there in all, the
pride and glory Of youthful manhood who followed close
behind the bier and they placed the coffin alongside the
open grave, many big coursed s way down the
y cheek O., that parting hour "sowly and sadly they
laid him down 10 rest, and the had SET all was
cred with carpet Of snowy vhitcuess.
The fh anniversary Of the day has fed and think
you that the potent charm Of Times mage wand has obt
Grated from the mind these stern realities, does mos,
youthful sorrows2 Nay; but they grow more and more
vivid, for they sank deep into the heart and there, wearing
the burrows still deeper and deeper, they will remain while
the wound may, upon the surface, appear healed
Each revolving the green grass above that
mound The locust bows its pendant branches the rose
exales its fragrance in the morning dew while the ever
green myrtle garlands the marble slab, upon which is re-
corded "My days past my purposes broken en-
the thoughts of my heart The Maids Of those calm, pla
cid waters chant their evening vespe in the sweet and
cred sotude the stars keep holy vg the pous dead
What hsllowed spot them is this Far removed from the
iders gaze from the din Of strife and con,enion from The
hum Of the busy world s found fitting place for eee
ton, for contemplation, for indulgence in grief.
Let the great the powerful aud renowned, repose within
thy grey and venerable walls, Wesminsser thy Tretes
dome eanopes magnifcently the sleeping multitude be
meath Yes, lei them rest eneased grandeur and stately
gloom. Dearer far, to me, the simple turf beneath whcl
lies friend brother; where may hear naught th
light tread Of my footsteps feel naught the clio
quence Of thought All surely this holy ground Bu
there il that from the profound tranquility
the grave bearing message of mighty import to the lis
tener. Hark--it whispers;
$50 lire that when thy summons comes
To Join the innumerable caravan,
Thou may st approach the grave
Like one, who wraps the drapefy
OF his couch about him,
Aud lies down 10 pleasant dreams.
Then erer sacred be this enchanting spot; than whie
none be precious 10 the heart Of afeciionat
Sister. February, 1871. q