Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1847-01-07
Religious,
The Widow Of Main.

" The only of his mother and she a widow"
The touching incident in scriptural history
which has furnished the theme for SO much poet
ry, is very beautifully set forth in the following
lines which we 6nd in New Haven paper:
Forth from the gates of Main funeral train
in mournlul silence came The sunset flush was
lingering still upon the hills around; the last de-
parting ray ofhe day yet stayed 'inging the float
ing clouds above with hues of crimson and of
FURNISHED gold, while heavens pure azure SEEM
ed more soft and sweet amid those gorgeous
tints; for nought within wide worlds bounds
could more entrance the soul than that sweet
sunset among Judea's bills and plains
Yet death was there, aud even now on swept
his silent train And he who lay the stricken
victim there, had died all glorious in his manly
pride. The noble form, but half concealed be-
meath the sable robe which wrapped it found,
was cold and motioness, yet oh, how beautiful is
death! The pale aud ashy lips on which the
parting word seemed still to trembIe low, were
chiseled like ApoIlos-proud but soh-and
wore the stamp of energy and strength the rad-
ant eyes were glazed in DEATH in which once
shone ambitions fires, as cleaned youths bright
and joyous hopes i'll days agone, and yet they
seemed as closed in gentle sleep, and, mid his
rich and clustering hair which lay as if in life's
warm glow, upon the pail so soft and fair as it
was, the low wind moved stirring the curs and
wildly flowing locks, as when in health they had
been freely flung to WOO its bamy breath. A
thing Of light, too beautiful he seemed to die
yet was he passing to his last long home, so
young and fair--his widowed mothers only stay
and she now left alone to meet the worlds
cold frowns, and cherries live.
Behind the bier, with form bowed down and
bleeding heart she came; and, as she gazed up
on her noble boy, struck down amid the flush Of
youths bright dreams-and saw the arm on
which it was her wont to lean, all stiff and pal
sled now in death-and looked in vain, into
those dull glazed orbs for the fond glance which
there used to beam--her bursting heart gave
way she bowed her head upon the silent corse,
aud wildly wcpt in speeches. agony and woe
But, lo as onward swept the mourninl train,
band of humble pilgrims met the weeping
throng; and one among them came and touched
the bier Twas He, the lowIy, outcast Naza-
rene. His blue eye looked sadly on the group,
and gushed from out his heart, all that pure love
he brought from heaven, towards her whose hope
was gonr--was buried meath the silent PAIL The
sad procession stopped and they that bore tile
corse stood still. Jesus at that moment gazed
upon that noble FORM as in her woe the frantic
mother had thrown back the pail from of her
stricken boy,-a moment looked on her, who
weeping hung upon the ber,--tbcn touched the
sleeping hand, and calmly said, arise" AT
that lle-giving word, the hue of health began tc
steal upon the dead and like the first faint flush
of dawn, the warm blood mounted to the cheek
and brow, and light began to beam from out
the eyes; the lips just parted, caught sunny
smile; and like the leaping wave, his bosom
heayed beneath the dark habiliments of death
which lay upon his quickened form.
With piercing cry, ole lives-he ves" burst
from the mourner's lips, aud on the Savour's
breast she fell and wept.