Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1854-01-27
For ;ke L.wistur. Chronicle.
On the Death Of my Mother.

A sorr'Hius heart l., mile tonight,
Aud painfully it. pulses swell;
There rest a swallow aud a blisht
Who're sht and sllIncSs lore to dwell.
I'm thinking Of a mothers form
That rrst> tcnrr, n the cAur h yard mould,
brow with lows sweet Sunshiur
In other days-now damp and cold
Oh kind nnl gentle was the heart
which i"ath has hnshci tn peaceful rest
Cou.d card. have -tIye! the cruel DART
H.r lo,- hld >tl my spirit blrssd-
And now my lonely heart wIuIl frame
Her r.quem, whom loved 50 well;
But III T, mention of her nam,
AwaLcs srir: too strong TO quell.
sweat mother dead Those fatal words
thousand pleasant hopes have crushed,
Ard wrung my bosouls trembling chords
TIL tears from their deep fount have sushei.
Yos. it Is vel! tlIht they can flow
Such litter burning drops uf grief
We not weep away wo,
Bu; tears must give the first relief
We will not think Of thee as dead,
That thought wcre f.,tcrr,l TO despair;
But sweet the thou-ht, that tLou hast fed
Beyond the reach Of pain and care.
We know there is glorious sphere,
Where ans,- and purr SPIRITS dwell
WIN re On TIN no-G..-laI.n air,
E.ch streams If seraph music swell
And hencrfbrth We will think Of thee
A. o. >Prrt bright and blessed,
Snatch from thi, sinful world to b.
Received to that bs sht Land Of Test.
MIFFuNruEG, Jan. g, 1851 b. l. FoUsT.
h9-Wc find in "7'he Opnl," edited by
the parien,S in the New York State Lun
aiic Asylum at ttica, many most curious
omp">iiion,--somc humorous, and some
full Of genuine pathos. We transfer two
specimens from the No. for Jan. 1854:
LINES COMPOSED AFIEE REruESISG FROM CHAPEL N TIE
IUNHIc ASYLUM.
As the lone dove
Flutter-d with weary wing the waters DER,
Aud found no resting place, no welcome shore,
No home Of love;
Till to ii" sh-t-rins ark.
Tired and worn. she tosk her viewcss track
Was by the sanr gentle hand drawn tsck
Which seLt her from the bark
So to Thy courts. nv God.
With faint and feeble steps ! take my wav,
Longing to meet Thee where Thy people pray,
Though lowed beneath Thy rod.
So dost Thou meet Inc there:
SO TO Thy 'h-licrins arms my spiIt take:
So, ere the ',rus.d Fred in angui.h break.
Lit to my prayer.
Away, then. gloom and fear,
Look round thee. weeping one: ht nourht bu, love
And gratitude, to man below and God above,
lave entrance here.
Oh. praise from US is meet,
When tbose once tempest tossed and sore distrest,
Now clothed and meek, in heavenly places rest,
Learning at Jesus feet. s. II. D.
SOUNDS HEARD IN THE AsrLUH At MIGHT.
Shattered strings-sha,tered strings!
Mournful tones We utter now;
Through the night your discord rings,
Earring on my fevered brow.
oh. what noble, heavenly harps,
Here uns,rung and useless lie,
Some, perchance, will ne'er ring true,
Till Eternity!
men those chords. if once ai,uned
10 the blessed Savior's" praise.
Though they ne'er again on earth
Anght hut n"ies di>curdant -aise.
Shall awake with rap,urous swell
When that "new song" is given:
Oh, those harps of "ihousand strings"
Will ring out true in Heaven.
The "smiing face" will vet beam out
From This browning Providence"
The "silver lining yet be seen
To the cloud now darkling thence
All that's dim be clear as day,
Things mysterious, made plain,
Shattered s,rings-sha;tered strings.
When ye're ;rnrd again! S. B.