Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1854-09-13
Sweet Mother.

Len uhYS OeIOFe Lne Sau news was com
municated to her:
Sweet Mother.
The wild southwest monsoon has risen,
With broad gray wings of gloom,
While here, from out my dreury prison,
look as from n tomb-AIas !
My heart another tomb.
Upon the low matched roof, the rain
With ceaseless patter falls;
My choicest treasures bear its stains:
Mould gathers on the walls would heaven
'Twere only on the wallis
Sweet Mother, am hero alone,
In sorrow and in pain
The sunshine from my heart has flown
1t feels the driving rain-ah, me
The chill, and mould and rain.
Four laggurd months have wheeled their round
Since love upon it smiled,
And everything of earth has rrowncd
On thy poor stricken child, sweet friend,
Thy weary. suffering child.
I'D watched my love one night and dav,
Scarce breathing when he slept
And US my hopes were swept away,
I'd in his bosom wept-Oh God:
How had prayed and wept:
And when they bore him to the ship,
saw the white sails spread,
kissed his spcechIcss, quivering lip,
And left him on his bed-Alas
1t seemed coffin bed.
When from my gentlo sisters tomb,
Long since, III toars we came,
Thou sadst slow desoIate each room ~
Well, mine wcro just the same that day
The very, very same.
Then, mother, little Charley came.
: Our beautiful, fair boy,
| With my own fathers cherished name
! But OH ! lie brought no joy-my child
! Brought mourning, and no joy.
! His little grave cannot sec,
Though weary months have sped
Since plying lips bent over me,
And whispered, "IIe is dead !''-Mother!
'Tis dcradruI 10 be dead
DO not mean for one like me
So welry, worn and weak
Deaths shadowy Paleness seems u be
| Il ch HOW upon my Check--htS seal,
On form, and brow, and cheek.
But fOT bright winged bird lik him,
To hus hhis joyous song,
And prisoned in a coffin dim,
Join Deaths puIo phantom throng my boy
To join that grizzly thrOng!
Oh, mother, can scarcely bear
To think ofthis, TO day
1t was So exquisitely fair,
That little form ofclay--my heart
Still fingers by his clay.
And when for one loved far, far more,
Come thickIy gathering tears
My star of faith is coudcd DER,
sink beneath my fears, sweet friend,
My heavy weight of fears,
Oh, but to feel thy fond arms twine
Around me once again
1t almost seems those lips of thine
Might kiss away tho puin-might sootho
This dull, cold, heavy pain.
But, gentle mother, through life's storms,
may not loan on thee
For helpless, covering little forms
Cling trustingIy to me-Poor babes
To have no guide but me.
With weary foot and broken wing,
With hIecdingtIoart and sore.
. The dove looks backwards sorrowing,
But seeks the ark no moro--thy breast
Seeks never, never more.
Sweet mother, for thy wonderer pray,
That loftier faith be given;
He. broken reeds all swept AWAY
That she may lean on heaven-her heart
Grow strong in Christ and Heaven.
Once, when young Hopes fresh morning dew
Lay sparkling on my breast,
My bounding heart thought but to do,
To ,OOrk at Heavens behest-my pains
Come at the same behest
All fearfully, all tearfulIy-
Alone and sOrrowing,
My dim eye lifted to the sky,
Fast to the cross Cling-Oh, Christ!
To thy dear cross cling,
Maulnain, August7 1850,
, OF the hymns in human language #
the soul onty-few and holy aud full
meaning as the commandments-this
e one.
!. Mrs. Judson, by her genius is incide
t tally one of the worlds memorable one
/ To religious class, also, of which h
} husband was shining prophet, her mer
S ory will be dear. But there are tho
: who look for bright ones among the pi
grins on that path of trial by the wor