The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1854-07-08
Come thicklv-gathering tears,

Nv star of faith is cloudcd DER.
lsnk beneath my fears. sweet friend.
Ny heavy weight of fears
Oh but 10 feel thy fond arms twne
Around me once again!
II Nalmost seems those lips of thine
Might kiss away the pain-micht soothe
This dull, cold, heavy pain
But gentle mother, through life's storms,
may not lean on thee.
For helpless. covering little forms
Cling truStinglv to me--poor babes
10 have no guide but me-
'" ith weary foot. and broken wing
With bleeding heart and sore.
Thy dove looks backwards sorrowinc,
But seeks the ark no more-thv breast
Seeks never, never more.
Sweet mother. for thy wandcrer pray,
That ioitier faith be given:
Her broken reeds all swept away.
hat she may lean on lIeavcn-her heart
Grow strong in Christ and Heaven.
Once, when young Hopes fresh morning dew
Lay sparkling on my breast,
NJ bounding heart thought but 70 do.
IT, ""'k AT Heavens behest-mv pains
Come at the same bchcst.
All ,car,uy. ali toariully-
Alone and >orrowing
Ny dim eve lifted 20 the >kv.
Fast 10 the Cross Tcling-Oh Christ,
Tothv dear cross cling.
-U'ninain. .Iuqust = 1880
OF the HYMNS in human language for the
soul only-few and holy and full of meaning
as the commandmcnts-this is one.
Our rca1ers-th those who have kent with us
through years gone bv-wiI! remember our
reception and first announcement of the writ
inGs of Fanny Forester" She was at that
time school teacher at Utica. and with one
or two intimate and most talented friends a
monr her pupils. Knowing nothing of her
real name. or her circumstances. we were cX-
ccedin"'v cap'ivatcd by the off hand hrillian-
cv of her stvlc and It's undrrcurrcnt Of good
sense never ont of sight: and she and the
friends she wrote Of (and who wrote with hcr)
became soon. to the public as well as to us.
the nucleus Of new kind of literary interest.
1t was the beginning of new school of fr
male authorship -imm"dja'r 0'd familiar '''-
J,r,>>ion. mate <acred u1d rr>e co'orcd by Mt
Ier>opoirr>> NJ ,roma,.. Y, writing as if she
were talking she secured t'c respect and al
tention that would he given to her presence.
She cmhclli>hcd onr Journal Tor a while. and
then appeared as an au,horcsS, with Alder
brook" and other volumes.
We had never seen Funny Forester" till
she came to New York with Dr. ,Jud>on. hav-
inc devoted herself TO missionary life. and a.
bout to embark with her husband for India
TO share his exile Of APOSTLE ship and his ma
nv and dangerous cares Looking upon her
we saw. at once. that it was spirit which had
already outworn It's frame "a >licht. pale del
u "'V anu 'N'TN Ihnunnl
and tcclin" shining through. and every word
and movement trcmuous with fraciitv Of
mortal tenure. We said farewell with no
thought that she would ever rcturn-harIly
4 hope that she would reach her tar-oti dcs
tination. She did arrive there. however,
The poem above tells in lcathlcss tears what
was one hour Of the wear she suffered She
returned. utterly hcrcavcd and wreck in
health two wears SINCE and in the retire
mcnt of her mothers humble home, sank
gradually to the grave.
Mrs ,Jud>on. kv her genius. is incidental
" one of the worlds memorable ones. To \
religious class. also. of which her husband
was shining prophet. her memory will be
!rar. Bat there are those who look for
bright ones among the pilgrims on the path
Of trial BY the world un>een-thc soul-Sorc
and the heart wrun". with the higher scnsi-
bIlitIcs that are alive to an ANGELS scope of
agony. She will be, bv those, recognized and
Sacred be the spot where
rests what has so suffered and won.-Iyomc
L,urna{