Monongalia mirror. [volume] (Morgantown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1855, 1854-03-18
THE rI1l CHILD IS DEAD.

THE CHILD Is DEAD.
Itis hard to believe; that we shall no
more hear the glad voice, nor meet the
merry laugh that burst so often from its
glad heart. ...s
Child as it was, it was pleasant child,
and to the partial parent there are traits
of loveliness that no other eye may see,
1t was wise ordering Of Providence
that we should love our own children as
no one else loves them, aud as we love
the children of none busides. And ours
was a lovely child. @ G.aJ 4
I But the child is dead. You may put
away its playthings. g Put them where
the ' will be safe. ] would not like to
have them broken or lost; and you
need not lend them to other children
when they come to see US. 1t would
pain me to see them in other hands,
much a, love to see children happy
with their toys. .g.
Its clothes you may lay aside; shall
often look them, over, and each OF the
colors that he wore will remind me of
him as he looked when he was here
shll weep. often when ] think Of him;
but there is luxury in thinking of the
one that is gone, which / would not part
with for the world. think of my child
now, child always, though an angel
among angels. ~
The child is dead. The eye has lost
Its lustre.. The hsnd is still and cold.
Its little heart is not beating now, How
pale it looks Yet the very form is
dear to me. Every lock of its hair, ey-
cry feature of the face, is treasure tha.
l shall prize the more, as the months of
my sorrow come and go.
Law the little one in his coffin. He
was never in SO cold and hard bed,
but he will feel it not. He would not
know it, if he had been laid in his era
die, or in his mothers arms. Throw a
flower ortwo by his side; like them be
withered. h.f' r.--s Hra
Garry him out to the grave. Gently.
Itis hard road this to the grave, Ey-
cry jar seems to disturb the infant sleep
er. Here we are, at the brink of the
sepulchre.l Oh! how damp, and dark,
and cold But tho dead do not feel it.
There is no pain, no fear, no weeping
there. Sleep on now, and take your
rest! u
Fill it up! Ashes to ashes. dust to
DUST! Every clod seems to fall on my
heart. Every smothered sound from the
grave is saying-gone. gone, gone Ii
f Is full now. Lay 1.-The turf gently over
the dear child. Plant q myrtle among
the sods, and let the little one sleep a,
mong the trees and flowers. Oar child
is not there. His dust, precious dust
indeed. is there, but our child is in heav
en-. He is not there; he is risen.
| shall think Of the form that is mould
eripp here among the dead; and it will
be mournful comfort to come at times
, and think of the child that was once the
light of our house, and the idol-ah
that | must own the secret of this sor'
row--the idol Of my heart. a.'-
And tits beyond the language to ex.
I press the joy, in the midst of tears,
, feel that INV sin, in making On idol o.
: the child, has not made that infant less
, dear to Jesus. Nay, there is even some
, thing that tells me the Saviour called
the darling from me, that ! might loye
. The Saviour more when ] had one child
, less to love. He knoweth our frame
/. he knows tho way to win and bind US
> Dear Saviour, as thou hast my lamb
) give me me ,oo'a place in thy BOSOM Sc
| m me as sealon thy heart. "
5 And now let US 60 back intothe house
! 1t is strangely changed. 1t is silen
and checrless. gloomy even' Wher
, did enter this door without the gree
: of those lips and eyes, that shall gree
r no more 2 Can the absence of but one
/. produce so great aichange so soon 4
, When one of the children was away OF
5 a visit, we did not feel the absence a
; we do now. That was for, time; Thu
! is for ever. He will not return. Hark !,
. | thought for moment it was the child
but j. was : only my own hearts yearn
, ing for the lost. He will no, come a
!, gain.
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