The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1848-03-09

round Inc, an drew the TO her, and called
me her fair haired son, her in,hcrlcss boy
and said the orphans Col would purtcc,
mo. ] forgo. the pulse OF her hcnrt stop.
ped whin father laid low, and whin she snid
Go 10 sleep dnrint. ior sc need it sorc,' II
slept in her bosom, for ! was raIc tired.
When | woke, my forhcnd was agin
something cold Och twas mnthcr's neck,
m the hand held was stiff. She wus
dead! A hard sorrow was rnsping her
heart, an il llnttcred like bird in lish,
grip, and ut last got away. Thin ! was
alone. Thin conc tho grief md the heart
thronblc in,ircly. Though could hardly
crawl, got TO the next house aud brought
'em 10 sec IL she was dead all out; for
though twns plain enough, wouldn't be.
l'eve she was gone in airnest, an thought
it might be weakness, M she'd get the bet.
ter OF it. Bat whin oil failed, thin by u
dale Of coaxing got man TO put her tc.
side my father. think she wouldn't res,
Missy anywhere else; an whin she rises from
her grnve she'll sec | kept her word. Och!
Och! lady. didn't feel bitterly whin she
was covered up from me, IN | lost the I'm nd
that used TO stroke down my hair, M the
loving words and tho sweet smile? al.
why's stay beside the grave, except within
hunger, that has no nature in il, drives me
| aWny.
Thoso fine bright days don't agrco with
me at NIL. Once used to like to sec the
sun dnzalng, and the streams looking mp
SO good hnlnoredly ut him; but now every
thing seems swimming before my eyes, full
OF binding tears, an the sky seems laugh.
ing at me, M tho little birds ia 'cm seem
tn he making game Of my grief. Bat sure
they have M feeling that way, the cralburs!
An the only thing that gave me my coin
fort, was the morning, whin saw q little
Hover in the grass wild the dew on il. !
don't know why, but il seemed sorry for
me; it looked like blue eye full of tcars.
No ono else spoke kindly TO me since my
mother died, but IL; for didn't It spakc?
Yes, i told INC the grca. God made il, an
sent il thereto comfort me, an 10 say He'd
mind me, tho last on tho stem. Sol thank.
ed Him on my knees, although don't know
much about Him Al all. lui.h did.
\ Thin, whln locked Up, ,hnuph, af NJ.
rnh. m how happy she was; lnking down.
mn, be, "id her face covered over wild sun.
shine; mn ielt u sor, of glndness; bu,
"hin rcmimiercd NV iather an mnihrr.
The pain shot through me ngn. For lhes
say They're IN purgafhory. aud must sta,
there long time Tor d, ing without the
clergy. That's whit hills ne iuiircly: ia
think 81 my poor fniher. thu niver said an
L Wpr I'm 4.
cd. snii-nniur"d mother, Oh Il would liz n
wnrm sooner than thread On il. to he in
such burning pain! NJ, head burns whin
] think "in fd rather live nm, way. fer
ldnh bear Ia be- there lacking nj mother
~nfisrn.;an' KIM" wonldn'i 90 Ia Henv-
~. because I'm moi innocent, like Nurah.
II III "n!, strength, III wcarmy knees mn
PRAY lng round the stations - re, 'cm on, :
TIT thu, will nivor be, itr m, heart string.
wr tied round nv mother, mn the. re
palin. me into the grave, for death couldn't
Loose 'eni.
was Il child ninro all the woe happened
to me. ldon't feel like child noH. Though
!, Is mt many months since, inr q, lady.
my heart is gromn ould didn', break
my tas, since yesterday; hut whin try 10
TX for something. the blood comes into my
face, M my tongue won't spnkc for me.
An whin ] do tell my story, IT'S too com-
mon one To be minded, an they Won't
believe I'm telling truth; for they dom,
know how heavy nv head is, or the spueez.
ing in my heart. People niat pitiiuI n, Nil
now nothing shuts up the heart like fam
inc; il has cruel and wonderful power, far
il puts mother out Of my head. Sometimes
I'm afraid I'm Ton weak 10 get bnck Ia the
grave. wouldn't lave il nj oil, only for
lcnr ii the purgnthory.
Lady, yonr speech is gin,c. nm Your
ewes nre full, like the flower ol the grass.
ie sav yc will shelter an feed me. Oh, IL
We could give me hack my darling mother.
An We say she isn't in purgaihorv; bu,
mayhc Gods good Son took her To himself.
Blessings on yer fair head, my Indy. tits
kindly meant. o, il ! could believe thai!
An ye shy NAV go straight there too2 Il
would raise my head e. think so. Ifyc'l
| en's teach me now. Iii live To sarve yc.
III On 10 the worlds end 10 do yer bidding.
III die to sarvc We; yes, twice over for yer
sake.s