Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-05-02
FOR THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE.
6 Gone, but not Lost"

Another angel harp tuned to Thy praise,
Holy Father! Thou art gathering Thy little
band of cherub choirs and where is the
hearthstone that hath no voice, mingling in
its mighty sWell3 Sweet little Willie ! to-
day, I read too that thou too vert gone to
Join that shining infant host. Gone; from q
mothers bosom, a fathers arms, to rest with
Him who said, "Sufer little children to come
unto me-" Blessed thought to cheer thy
mothers heart! Thou art sheltered within
this bosom, and greater than her strong love
is the tender Parents who called thee, thus
early to Himself. The Good Shepherd is
careful of His precious lambs, and gathers
them early into His fold, before earth's
storms have rent and stained their s~potless
robes. Didst thou tremble, little lambkin,
as the shadows of the "dark valley closed
around thee or did His rod and His staff
guide and comfort thee to the blest eternal
.heae? ard is be now leading thee beside
still waters in green pastures?
CONTEST thou in the deep dark night time
to watch around thy mothers pillow? And
as she dreams sweet dreams, and imagines
her darling beside her in his little crib, are
they thy cherub lips that print a kiss upon
; her cheek thy spirit voice that echoes thro'
, the silent room and wakes her from her rest
less grief-Worn slumber? wakes her to stretch
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= little couch, and then sink upon her pillow
= with faintng heart as the rushing memory
n comes, that thou art sleeping in the church
v yard. Sleeping the sleep that wakes not
the cold earth pressing thy little heartily
tiny form Wondering in the silent grave
. And she sees thee tossing in fever delirium,
with parched lips and crimson cheeks-hearS
thy sweet-bud voice calling in piteous tones
for /" mama" Then thou art wrestling with
a. the. Great Reaper-she leans over the coffin
edge, and there is thy little waxen figure
I'll robed for the deep s~leep-thy dainty limb
i. straight and chill-thy laughing eye closeI
:. and lightless-thy prattling voice hushe'
- forever. She stands by the open grave a
- they lower thy little coffin to it's last home
e. she hears the earth ~rumbling on the close
an lid-she watches, as they heap the cold, col
nd earth above thee-gazes upon the tiny noun
no and with a bleeding heart turns to her des'
Of late hearth. Oh who can tell the weight
~ the burden laid upon her-who can kno'
y her hearts pangs as she gathers his lit
treasures and stores them away, where C,
rious nor careless eyes shall see them WI
$ a can read her spirits loneliness as passir
7ed through the quiet rooms, she misses ever
to where the little nursing who made h,
zen hearts gladness?
1La Woman, in hours like these. to who
canst thou go but to Him who has promise
my that His "grace shall be sufficient ?" VIII
comfort have those who teach that these q
uld gel spirits are lost? Lost! Nay, they a
BILE but living! Living in the bright celesti
of realms ofunfading glory-living, where ear
cannot reach them, where earth-stains ca
not dim their spotless ~purity-living, whe
beatwliying where ali is warmth and ligl
/ on and love Safely housed in Heaven! s.
cart rowing mother! thou walkest this earth
she honored woman. Angels look from tn
ved " bowers of bliss" and bless thee, as t
he trembling footsteps echo through these ais
of darkness. "Raise thou thine eye allow
thy treasure rests not here. Too pure
her earth !!
y is "The churchyard hath an added stone,
red And Heaven one cherub more"
the LILLY LEE