Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1854-07-14
Gmect Hloiber.

Mould gathers on the wal als-would heav
q 'rwere only on the walls!
S Sweet mother! | am here alone.
| In sorrow and in pain,
The sunshine from my heart has flown,
II feels the driving rain-ah me.
The chill, and mould, and rain.
For laggard months have wheeled their roul
Since love upon it smiled,
And everything of earth has frowned
On thy POOR, stricken child-sweet friend
Thy weary, suffering child.
, Id watched my loved one. day and night,
Scarce breathing when he slepi,
And as my hopes were swept away,
I'd in his bosom wep,-my God!
To thee prayed, and wept
And when they bore him to the ship,
| saw the white sails Spread,
| kissed his speechless, quivering lip,
And left him on his bed-alas !
!, seemed coffin bed.
When from my gentle sisters tomb,'
Long since, in Tears we came,
Thou saidS,, " How desolate each room"
| Well, mine are Just the same this day
The very, very same.
Then, mother, Little Charley came,
| Our beautiful, fair boy,
With my own fathers cherished name
( But oh, he brought no joy-my child
! Brought mourning, and no Joy.
His little grave ! can not SEE,
Though weary months have sped
Since plying lips bent over me,
And whispered, "He is dead "'-Mother.
'TiS dreadful 10 be dead.
| 10 not mean. for one like me
So weary, worn, and weak
Deaths shadowy palensSs seems 10 be
Even now upon my chcek-his seal
On form, and brow, and check:
Bui for bright-winged bird like him;
To hush his joyous song,
And. prisoned in coffin dim.
John Deaths pale phantom throng-'ny DO,
To Join that grizzly throng-
Oh. mother. can scarcely bear
To think of this to-day!
It was so exquisitely fair.
That little form of clay-:ny heart
Still fingers By his clay.
And when for one loved FAR. far more,
Come ihickly-gatherin- tears,
My star of faith is clouded DER.
srl- beneath my fearS-swee. friend!
Ny heavy weight OF fears.
Oh, bu, to feel tfy fond arms twine
Around me once again
Il almost seems those lips of thine
Might kiss away the pain-might soothe
The dali, cold. heavy pam.
But, gentle mother. through life's storms
| may not lean on thee.
For helpless, covering little forms
C,po. ,ruS,ipgl- u, haheSl
To have no guide but me.
With weary foot and broken wing.
With bleeding heart ard sore.
Thy dove looks backwards sorrowinr,
But seeks the arI, no more-thy breast
Seeks never, never more.
Swee. mother, for thy wandercr pray,
That lci,irr faith be given;
Her 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 nv breast.
Wv bounding heart thought bat 70 do,
10 ,rorf at Heavens hchcSt-my pains
Come at the same beheSt.
All fearfully. all tcarfuly-
Alone and sorTowinr.
Wy dim eye lifted to the sky.
Fast 20 the Gross clng-Oh, Christ.
To thy dear cross cling.
MAULvAlx, .Aug. I, 1850. y. t.J
OF the hymns in human language for the
som only few and holy and full Of meaning
as the commandments-this is one.
These readers who have kept with us
tlro' years gone By, will remember our
reception ana frs. announcement Of the
writings Of ''Tanny Forester She was
at that time teacher in n female academy
in Utica, with one or two intimate and
most talented friends among her pupils.
Knowing nothing ot he- real name, or
her circumstances, We were exceedingly
captiyated by the off F-haud brilliancy of her
stylc. and its un,cr-currcnt of good sense
never out Of sight; and she and .hc friends
she wrote of-anl who wrote with her
became soon, to the public as well as to
US, the nucleus Of new kind Of literary
interest. 1t was the beginning OF school
Of female authorship-imn'cdiofe and ta-
miliiar oppression, made sacred and rose
colorcI by the personalities Of woman.
BY writing as if she were talking, she
secured tie respect and attention that
would be given to her presence. She
our Journal for a while; and
then appeared as an authorcss, with "Af-
tlcrbrook" and other volumes.
We had never seen Fanny Forester till
she came to New York with Dr. Judson,
having devoted herself to missionary life,
and about to embark with her husband for
India, to share his exile Of Apostle-sLip and
his many and dangerous cares. looking
upon her, we saw at once that IL was a
spiri. which had already tutworn its frame
Msq !avina Chu}hicI.. iectsS shout %
wears sgc. IN the bloom of youth. lsavin~ on
rcccr.. proofs If Z mrs. icrair and poettal
riri, l-'nir"i "'h that ot Nor more tavcfS'
,is'.r .',rliv. t'1re I'i-auh Fs,, rh-m,