Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1849-05-24
From the London Athene ,um.


THE SOULS PASSING.
IT is ended.all is over!
Lo the weeping mourners come
Mother. father, friend and lover.
To the death encountered room
Lips are pressed 10 the blessed
Lips that evermore are dumb.
Take her faded hand in thine
Hand that no more snswerelh kindly;
See the eyes were wont 10 shine,
U,,erng love, now staring blindly;
nderhearted, speech departed
Speech that echoed so divinely.
Runs no more the circling river,
Warming, Frightening every part;
There it slumberelh cold forever
No more merry leap and start,
No more flushing cheeks to blushiug-
10 its silent home the hear,l
Hope not answer TO your praying!
Cold, responseless lies she there,
Death, that ever will be Staying
Something gentle, something fair,
Came with numbers soft as slumbers-
She is with Him otherwlse
Mo,her yes, you scarce would chde her
Had you seen the form he bore,
Heard the words he spoke beside her,
Tender as the look he wore,
While he proved her how he loved her
More than mother-len times more!
Earthly father! weep not Ger her!
To another Fathers breast,
On the wings Of love he bore her-
To the kingdom Of the blest;
Where no weeping eyelids keeping.
Dwels she now in perfect rest
Friend! he was friend that found her
Amid blessings poor and scan,
With q wicked world around her
And within heavenly want
And supplied her, Home to guide her.
Wings for which the weary pant.
Lover! yes, she loved thee dearly!--
When she left thee loved thee best!
Love she knew alone burns clearly
In the bosoms Of the bsst;
Love she bore thee watches Ger thee
Is the angel in thy breast!
Mourners ALL have done with weeping!
will tell you whsl He said,
When He came and found her sleeping
On her hear. His hand He laid:
"Slesp u.s. Maiden. sorrow laden;
Peace dwslls only with the dead
"Wend with me across the river
Seems so bitter--iS so sweet!--
Ga whose other shore forever
Happy, holy spirits greet;
Grief all over, friend and lover
In sweet communion meet
lis it bitter, father, mother,
Lover, friend 10 leave behind!
All their blessed loves, and other,
Come with me and thou shalt find
Where thy spirit shall inherit
Perfect love and perfec! mind
Love that is 10 mortals given
Struggles with imperfect will;
Love alone that homes in heaven
Can its perfect self fulfill
Where, possessing every blessing.
Still it grows and greatens still!
See, | bring thee wings TO bear thee
To the blessed angel home;
Dead ones dead forever near thee,
From thy side no more 10 roam.
Love increased, wait thou blessed
Till the living loved ones come!
"Oer the rvar!"-, Lo! she faltered
While he took her by The hand;
And her blessed face grew sl.ered
As she heard the sweet command.
Father lover! all was over!-
So she passed to Spirit Land!
A CULTIVATED MIED.-ls il not strange
that the mass OF men care so little about
cultivation? that young men especially. who
have golden opportunities for improvement
should prefer to waste their hours in the
ball room, bar room or bowling saloon,
rather than spend them among the calm
pursuits OF literature. which so infinitely
transcend the former as a source OF plea
sure even? 1t must be that they have never
tasted, or al best have but an Inadequate
conception OF those exuu' site delip of II