The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-12-02

AhhA b' Hup soNNu i'itu duu N'tpfNu
Bearing precious seed will be preserved from harm
And doubtless shall, rejoicing, come again
Bearing his ripened sheaves of golden grain
To leave her childhoods home was no light thing
The household gods familiar 10 these years
Her pictures; and her harp, whose every string
Had often shed its melody with tears
Her books, which like the prophets mantle fing
memory DER her soul of their ideas;
Her birds which looked with their bright eyes her
Her pettod kitten with its loving purr;
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Her flowers whose velvet leaves folded her gloom,
With fragrance that within her heart would lay,
As in some drawer the delicate perfume
The sunshine that fell in with genial ray.
Seemed like light which penetrates the tomb;
Her dear. sparse gfts--a box, Psyche, fay,
Were each impaired with tears her escritoiro
She closed, then left forever her bOudor.
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As she out-passed down through the silent hail.
The sn,tues seemed to weep within their inches;
Ny dear old friends she said, and kissed them all
Then paused to count a few odd-looking stitches
OF the embroidered picture on the wall
Just as in childhood when she thought the witches,
Ghosts, hobgoblins, cupids. and tho cunning elves
Had wrought out there portrait of themselves.
The plants that round without, in richness grew
The fountains in the sunbeans wildly playing
The grand old trees along the avenue
The watch dogs who about the lawn were straying-
To all these loved, she breathed sad adeu,
Then rode away, to God her father praying
Now I'm alone w all my friends forgot,
God of the faiherlcss forsake me not
Anon her lines in pleasant places fall,
Where hearts embrace her with their new born love
But as is writ in Mon -da- min, =" tho thrall
OF trial reigns by toll the soul must prove
Its steadfast purpose master over all,
Before their wings in pomp of coming move
Her life was toll but greater than the whole
Was it to rightly govern her own soul.
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She was not perfect, and each day new brought
It's sin, to be crushed out with humbled will
While she with iaithfulncss her pupils taught,
She was herself the mercst pupil still
To Him alone who, with all wisdom fraught,
Can thrsting hearts with living waters, fill,
That shall out.gush with perfect fullness rife,
And upward flow TO everlasting life.
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But with the cross there came the victors crown,
A laurel wreath, inwove with pure white flowers
The emblem Of her well-carned rcnown,
The insignia of her late acknowledged powers.
For, reader now aside let it be known,
Our heroine had spent her leisure hours
OF freedom, quiet and rare happiness,
In writing able papers for tho prcss)
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And so, by a we'll chosen pseudonymc,
Her thoughts like rills had run throughout the land
And meeting all at length in one large stream
Flowed in a volume, united band.
The critics degned before the world to deem
The work a master one, and noby planned
And readers far and wide will ever bless
Tho writings of the charming authorizes.
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In all the varied works which came from her,
There was no duness no inanity
OF thought and never did her pen refer
| To self, with natural female vanity
A genial vein. like that of Whittier,
$50 justly styled the poet of humanity
Through all her thoughts like gold of 0phir ran,
Which is-,sSpsct for ece,y honest man
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God bless her :" said the man of Iowly birth,
| MY heart is better now than ere | read
4" God bless her breathed the aged, here is worth
From which my weary soul is richly fcd'
" God bless her - cried the hopeless one Of earth,
Herein my heart is truly comforted.'
| OF greater wealth was she not then possessor
| Than all her kindred in that same God bless hey
| TO BE CONCLUDED IN OUR NEXT