Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1853-02-19
Original Poetry.
For TIE SunbuY American.
THE BEAUTIFUL DIETH NOT.

Now dimned and faded BY the breath Of
tears
There was in oldcn time on that pale cheek
blush as beautiful as sunset clouds,
Like the first rose Of summer but with a
changeiul li9ht
Aud a mole va ying glow.
But ii hath passed away and left no trace,
OF lis bright path of oyeiuess.
Who hath not heard a chid's sweet music
laugh
Echoing like fairy bells Deep in thy ST.
lent heart
Dwell the fair spirits OF song.
Oh have they wakeued with soft melody
Failing from mortal lips, and while HE air
Sill trembIed with The enchanting zone it
died
In far of cadence. Woullsl rhou know
Where that most glorious music fluids home.
Rising and falling round the throne of God
Are waves Of blazing limit countless as stars
The cleaning or uuuunbtted eyes is there
Shining forever
The air that angels breathe and love is filed
With ravishiug perfumes, the gift of flowers
The tadeIeSs liowers of Heaven, koseute
hues
Are flung upon these. Bigh, blush tints
Once playing Oh some sweet face on The
earth,
Arrested az they lloatei near Heavens gate,
Now with the luvelesl buds Of Paradise
In beautiful imprisonment,
Amid the angels song is ever head
A sound OF falling fountains soiI and clear
And with the voice of The bright waters flow,
Comes the sweet ringing laugh of glad
child,
There is an underone o The md wing melody
or the seraphic harps not so intensely sweet,
'Tis the enchained music Of the MORALS,
The new ami heavenly birth of earthly song.
The little child goes forth alone 10 Heaven,
le cannot call her back for one caress,
Her brow still gemmed with tears - the last
kiss given
They bear her from ihee in her loveliness.
Oh, soIrowing mother tnrn Thy gaze on high
There is plying Eye.
Through the dark swollen waters Of the
vale of death,
Her gentle feet have passed the chilling air
From that lone valley with lis icy breath,
Hath blown among the curls of her bright
hair,
The cypress touched her as she glided by,
And its leaves stirred with a sigh.
Another babe may lie upon thy breast,
Sad mother with its dark eyes rised 10
thine,
And rosy lips to thine be fondly presl:
II will not be the same, thy heat will pine,
For one fond glance from those blue tender
eyes,
That smile in Paradise.
And while the stars on high, their watch
are keeping,
Fair golden heads may bend round thee
in prayer,
And The slight fingers Of thy baby sleeping,
Be clasped in thine, but thy fond heart is
where
A childs cold hand through all the silent
hours,
Caspeth pale flowers.
The moonlight visits her in her calm sleep
on hath she Ger The dreamess snmberer
spread,
A mantle of pale gold, and The stars weep
Their tears of dew upon her lowly bed,
AS II the storm spiri. brealhed for her
prayer
The snow falls gentlier there
The wave that breaks upon Heavens view
less shore
Now laves her llile feet, and argel bands,
Press forth to bid her welcome, now no more
Shall cold winds touch her brow, her baby
hands
Are filled with flowers, whose breath is rich
perfume,
That shall oullive the tomb.
Now she hath tasted Heavens living wafer
Now she hath heard The glorious melody,
Thou hast among The spotless ones daughter,
Oh happy mother there she waits for Thee,
Again 10 faller on life's weary track,
Thou ,gouldsi not call her back
SGU