The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1848-08-05
For the Spirit Of Democracy.
Lines

REV. ALEXANDER M'CANDLES
What mean these sable garments! what these tears
And what this new-made mound! Why this flock
Without shepherd! Where is he who broke
Within those walls, in faithfulness and love.
The bread Of life, and from his treasure full
Things old and new brought out. and gave to each
Ills portion in due season' Twas his wont
To seek the house Of mourning, there to pour
The Balm Of Gleado ON the wounded heart.
But now I see his old familiar friends
Move sonowful and sad, with none as he
To wipe away their tears. His pleasant home
Seems desolate and dreary. Where is he!- y
That households head-that husband. where is he!
Me,hinks hear voice from that bright land
Which lies beyond dark Jordon's chilling food =
"yMc Candles IA three fold life he lives;
Lives in the mem'ry Of the souls he blessed
Lives in his works which follow him, and lives
Amid the mighty host who. weeping, came
Through tribulation deep, to this fair house
Not made with hands, eternal, in the heavens;
This. city, pure of habitaton,' where ~
He laid his treasure UP" "5,. asi4a
.ie8hlt 80 r. He meekly sought
Gods lower temple--meeky stood between
The dead and living. where he truly felt
That souls lay on his hands, and deeply realized
Their precousness, and knew he must account
For every impress which he on them st tsmped
BY acts or influence. But his work is done.
His messages from God 10 sinful man II .t.i 73.
Are al delivered. Sinners now will hear
His warning voice no more: nor hear his prayer,
Earnest, importunate, imploring time o,t.
For them to turn and live. His busy hands,
Injured to blessing others, now are still. 1-
His books untouched-his garments all unworn.
His peaceful smile no longer scatters light
Among the little group who gather round
The board that once was his. Another now,
| AT the domestic altar which he reared
10 trembling accents, Seeks supporting grace,
And resignation to the will Of Heaven. .ae s3
| Rest, man Of God; IRON all thy labors rest.
Thou'st borne the burden Of full many day;
Full many storm has on nthee beat; .sasa
Full many weary hill thy feet have climb'd;
To many hardship vert thou here exposed:
| IT'S meet that thou should't rest. Take now thy
M harp, og l-s isds
Thy golden harp. and sweep its joyful strings E
Walk now the fields Of Paradise, and trace
Fen to its source, the Lambs bright throne, tina
| stream $50
| Which gladdens all the city Of our God;
Or sit upon its banks and mingle there ..,5
| With spirits purified, for thou art washed, 2sa
Thou and thy garments. in thy sa'ior's blood. v
Wehad hoped again thy cordial smile TO share
Again to meet thee in thine earthly home.
Glad, we thy dying pillow would have smoothed-
In the said train. who laid thy wasted form
Deep in earth's bosom, gladly would we have been
And gladly now, from this dark, distant spot Z.
Would we tribute offer worthy thee. a'4s.j
And thy dear memory. In Heaven thou'lt reap
Thy lasting, fuH reward. ,rls .53 sissa
.Eryttft gt5f& Our brother still
Our pastor once, Fare,oeH. We yetmust toll
A little longer in this world Of sin; \ 4 w
But when our day is ovef, hope to join +
The bright assembling in our Fathers house.
Eagletown, Ark, July s. ls4s. A.H.W.,
Ps.lo7;s7. & This text 10, and must ever be, a
sociated in the writer's mind, with the lamentt
McCandles and beloved infant long since gor
. alFFeaven. :LSl.l ] z 81 2 I q .its.s