Star of the Kanawha Valley. [volume] (Buffalo, Va. [W. Va.]) 1855-1856, 1855-06-13

word dead" fingers strangly, and echoes
sadly 10 the ear, and. through the portals
Of the sympa,hizing soul. Dead--dead---
dead--and the world grows gray. and the
heart stills, and the eye moistens, 70 that
mysterious sound. - lii N / K Il
The spirit trembles before the rushing
food Of conflicting emotions which follow
the dark echo, and essay 10 glance Though
its import. But the echo fades amid en-.
,circhng mist, and the Spiritturns backco
fused with blindness. H.. . IsE@ Id
Even The echo Of death cannot beIpene-
trated. The few feet mound that coniposes
the grave, are wider than the globe, higher
than the stars. Not the minds eye. nor
the anxious soul can glance thro' the bar.
rier--ths boundry between Time and
Eternity. -,
when I am dead!'' More or less sig.
mites resignation. or dependent wo, a full
flment Of nature. ora peryision Of its end,
may these words express, though sad they
are az last. 70 l+\ |'F : y i. =. a >>.'-
When the aged man, whose steps have
grown feeble 10 the walks Of goodness, and
whose hands .tremble with the fruit Of his
oft-given charity. utters these words, they
fall from the lips rs in prayer 70 heaven
In them his will harmonizes with destiny
and the tear that starts for superior SOU
about b, leave its clay, glistens in tie light
Of happiness that CLEANS out Of the Heart,
at the prospective reward Of the future. =
| The lips, too, That never pressed the rim
Of the fount Of Natures poesy may muir
mur--"When am dead" but death t.
such an one is better, perhaps, than life. =
His heart holds no music, Ginning In ca
dences to veal and wo; his inward exist,
ence is void, and the rough surface Of hi,
being checkeed though notbrigbtenel by
the half.stray thoughts, darkers but litGle
with the panoply Of the tomb. =.
How different twhen youth, glowing will
beauty of soul arid heart, rich with the
treasures Of mind, and warm with sympa
thy forall oflovelineSs, signs like thcs outl
wind, when ani dcad!" Aspirit SEEM
to waiiits anthem, and an eclipse Of the
nooutide~sun to fill upon the pictare Of II
high nature checked in its purpose-turnet
! from dulcet waves upona coralrecf, agains
the rocks Of Destructive shores /
/ "When l am dealt 1t is rs, mournful
as the plant of ghoSton the tDmpcstaD'
midnight wind But we>must say it spmt
time: for the grave lies at hand yawnin!
through a bed ofthorns or cleaning Ike
white avenue Of liope leaning against thu
stars. ...- n
when am dead" Strange and + GAR
full import hath it to the utterer, but it is ;
weak phrase only others, the world -
Who speaks it? many think the single 90
ingforih Of soul will move all will
be as before. "
When he, and you. and We, gtntle r. cad
crs. arc folded in O ,r shrouds. friends lear
est and those who loved us best, will dr.,
their tears ere they have all begun to flow
! The heart that beats with rapture a5alns
our own will freeze above our memory il
brief time--bricfet than woman's trust o
mans period Of goodness.
! But it is well THUS; It's the worlds Gus
tom and natures law We weep not for TIL
dead but whiletheY die. We shall soon b
with them; and it may be good, we 60 earl.
to their narrow home.