The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1850-10-10
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TRUST IN GOD.
BY JOHN W. RICHARDSON.

BY JOHN W. RICHARDSON.
On Scotia's wild and rocky coast,
Where sighs the mountain pine,
A kind and gentle pastor lived,
In days Of auld lang syne.
His manse caerlooked highland lake,
That slumbered in the west,
As peaceful q the calm that reigned,
Within the good mans breast.
Hard by, embosomed on the plain,
The kirk in beauty stood,
Where Joyous hearts were wont to meet.
In peace to worship God.
Around the cotter's home were seen
The herds reposing nigh,
Beneath the old grey cliffs that reared
Their submits to the sky.
Here did the pastor Of his flock
Dispense his blessings round;
Where sorrow was, disease or death,
The man Of God was found.
By every art he sought to soothe
The heart oppressed with care,
And where he could not give relief,
He always gave tear.
The widow and the orphan shared
With him his daily food,
And when their wants had been supplied,
He taught them to be good.
No vain ambitious thoughts disturbed
His calm serenity:
4 simple man Of God he was
Twas all he wished TO be.
A gentle wife the pastor had,
His heart and home to share,
While children bloomed like olive plants
Around the happy pair.
Beloved by man, at peaceswiih God,
They lived from day 70 day,
While in the cheering Light Of hope
A smiling future hay.
But "a. how feeting are the joys
OF mortals here below.
Our brightest hopes-how Oft they prove
The harbingers Of woe,
Hara, on the silent evening air,
The bell, with measured toll.
Sends forth IFS mournful funeral dirgc,
For some departed soul.
The smile has Left the cotter's face,
Aud bitter telfs are shed;
For 10 that iron tongues proclsims
The man Of God is dead,
What. in the prime Of life cut down,
While faithful to his trust.
Oh, God mysterious are tiny ways,
And yet thy ways are just
The gentle shepherd Of his focx,
Their idol had become;
Gid saw, and though; il best to call
HIS iaI;hfni servant home.
Their chas,ened hearts now meekly bend,
Submissive to his will;
But ons there was, his gentle wife,
Whose anguish nsaght could still.
She saw not in the sad event
a fathers chastening rod;
So dread, So sudden was the blow,
She hardly though. Of God.
The dreadful fact that he was no:
UsuYped her dotiag sjDl.
Aai left no ray OF hope % cheer
No reason . control.
A day. a long. long day had passed.
~ way WoOS< LSAk ia srCAiAco
And still the lonely widow SAT-,
In silence and in tears.
Her little boy, scarce fse years osd,
OF modest, quiet aif,
Approached, and silent stood beside
His weeping mothers chair.
Low bending, meath the weight Of woe,
She needed not her chil1t
Till sweetiy on her ear there fell
These accents, soit and mild:
"Oh. mother, mother. DO not cry.
Kind mother, raise your head,
And tell me, 10 the God ue love.
Our Haarsnly Fatker, 1ead?"
"Swees cherub, nom the mother cried;
"Our God can never die ~
Then have we not Father still
Sweet mother, do not cry"
These artless word from those dear bps,
So soft, 10 sweet, % clear,
Fell like the chiding voice Of God
Upon the mothers ear.
A radiant smile il.um'd her face,
6sia q u glow Of even M
"A 8l111e W0lcu SnoWeQ t01t otflckeo 0e1lS
Haa found its trust in Heaven.
IL tsmpest cloud Of grief had passed,
Aid peacs, that angel guest,
DeaeendiAg, found home within
The loaely widows breast.
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Soms twenty years hsve rolled aways =
And many change has been;
Yet bsau6fal as efst il was,
That village manse is seen.
Tka Old grey kirk stin ovse3c
That peaceful kghland IL -
Where he TIT soolAsd his un1her's koart,
Now leeds hin ksAers doj
Tie aeea enes Aase passed away, as Al
The ~ 100 , dad; -
Bse ~ trusting in that God
NJ = her orphans bread
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