Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1850-10-31
LrcHFELD, CONN., THURSDAY. OCTOBER 81 1850
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Vrittem on the death of Eliza Barber,
daughter Of isabel ". and OliOe Bar
Der, sOho died at HarsOinton, august
22d, 1850, aged %.
Oh! life how transient are they joys,
Thyself art but span.
And vain the hope SO often buoys,
The soul Of mortal man.
We live, perhaps, few short years,
On those we love to gaze.
But earth proves but vale of tears,
A Rough and thorny maze.
The choicest treasures here bestowed,
Not long we claim as ours,
For death will visit each abode,
And Gull its loveliest flowers.
Oh death. thou'rt old, thy hoary head
Hath long been lifted high,
Thy awful scepter long been swayed,
O'er US who re born 10 die.
I've seen an infants beauteuus form,
CLasped in the arms of death,
Cold was its brow, its soul was gone,
And hushed its AeetiRg breath.
I've seen the child. light, fair and gay,
Joy IN each feature shone,
But ere its childhood passed away.
Death claimed 1t for his own.
I've seen the youth. with pleasure fraught,
And dreams of future bright,
But ere he grasped the treasure sought,
He vanished from our sight.
The strength of manhood. firm and brave,
1t seems, would death defy,
But oft he marks it for the grave,
And man himself must die.
When honored age affections clam,
We fain would check decay,
But thou. Death, with uperring aim,
Dost mark il for thy prey,
A fathers heart is saddened now,
And vainly seeks relief,
A mothers tears, and thoughtful brow,
Bear witness of her grief.
For thou hast summoned from their side,
In all thy boosted power,
A daughter loved, the light and pride,
oflife's declining hour.
The tie that bound two sister dear,
Is severed by thee, Death,
The hope. that friendship dared to rear,
Lies biighted by thy breath.
Oh /! art thou never weary thus,
Relieving earth with tears
Or clouding all that glaGdens US,
With sorrows gloomy ieals'
Wilt thou not lay thy sickle down,
And bid us grieve no more?
Resign thy glory, and thy crown,
Thy scepter and thy power! 4
All no-thou conquerer of our race.
Monarch of land and sea,
Onward and on, must be thy course,
Till time shall cease 10 be.
But there's world by far more fair,
More beautiful than this,
Death with his blight meier enters there,
Or mars it's perfect bliss.
Sin, sorrow. sickness, here our own,
With all the ills OF time,
Ideus. farewells, all are unknown,
Within that blissfnl cline.
Methinks see seraph form,
Clothed in the purest white,
Meihinks hesr joyful song,
In that blessed land of light.
II is a song Of rapturous praise,
Apined by the host above,
Then loud, and louder voices raise.
To sing redeeming love.
Oh !" worthy 10 the Lamb" who died.
And saved my soul from sin,
Who op'ed the gates Of glory wide,
And babe me enter IN.
Perhaps at times she leaves that train,
And bids her song TO cease,
To gaze awhile on earth again,
And whisper words Of peace.
Farther and mother, sister dear,
And friends of nearer ties,
Weep not for me, but Oh ! prepare
To meet me in the skies.
I've left frail and sickly shell,
Diseases dread abode;
While high in glory now dwell,
In freedom with my God.
I'm with my saviour presence blest,
He's banished every fear,
BY spotless beings now caressed,
l know no sorrow here.
Oh happy spirit of our friend,
Why should we grieve for thee,
Well rather hope with thee to spend,
A blest eternity.
Farewell then, we will not again
Wish earth to be thy home,
Go on, and swell thy sweetest strain,
Till God shall bid US come.