Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-01-14
For the Nashville Patriot
"MaItie is Dying"
By HENRY W.

Hush She is dyingl The setting sunlight streams in
through the op window encrcling that infant head with
its shower golden curs halo Of dying glory: the vhis
pered melody friendly voices has ceased and nature
as a farewell sunshine falling earthward upon the
bower Of beauty
WHY do Won iench your hands until the nails draw
the rich rosy blood through the thin, quiv ring skn2 Why
do grind teeth together and hiss between that one
It's beautiful home I'm and that lady yonder upon
the scsbed, with hair and coa black eye is fair as
any dream vision II the painter surely nothing could be
puer than broad high nrownohng farer than those
sken rnges and sparkling eyesY And she loves YOU too
All yes read that the deep, earnest gaze OF
the ey raised so tendery to your own.
She linked 10 the exstence OF an angel when she stood
beside YOU al the marriage altar placed her hand in
yours promising 70 be your loving faithful and devoted WIFE
For Eve long, golden sunny years. an angel has walked or
sat by side slept in your bosom You know No
mortal made your heart bow before purity so
divine No earthly embrace filled your soul with the
glory beyond the earthly smile ever shone so UNI
changingy above all such noisome things as your earth
cal and trouble You bend fondy over her and
Whisper "Mste is dyng She looks doubngy up In your
face but your fast falling full sufficient answer to
Your o'ercharged heart finds no relief and sinking into
seat try to reject Matte wa your idol: of tin es
you've onded her knee and gazed into those deep
within whose fro de tbs lay mirrored the love
that your hearty But now she Is dyingl The music
Of her childish prste will no 500 your rufled TEN
per- her tiny arms will no clasp your weary neck and
give relief to aching heart But some calls your
ushshs Is deadf Your heart FELT Il long before you heard
the sckenng sound the Wild piercing vail Of mothers
grief reaches you Hasten to hershe is sick Comfort
her. for her young tender heart cannot bear as much as
yOursI AL how much she needs comforter. Matte was
her IDOL too but she miss her than youl The house
will be lonely without her. and time will pass YEARLY slowly
by, for "Mattie is dead?'
Clasp the tiny hands msekly the stir breast they've
work 20 do; close the weary eyestheyve no more
shed part the damp ocksthere pain TO
Closed the alike love, kind voice. and anger.
Oh in that st heart you've ruthessly planted thorn;
H. from that pleading eye you-e sly uned away II
your loving glance, and kin y word and casping hand,
have IATE then God forgive you No rown
thai marble brow meets your fearful gaze
the seled lip flush Of wounded feelings mounts 10 the
bue-yened temples All Is still you stand and gaze with
fearful eve and chng cart upon those sunny ours, and
wonder you win feel Apply again, You have held her
your bosom all day. all night; you edl but you
speak her. Tears choke your nttrnce Closer co
asp the sight fair figure. Painfully press your
lips to he cod brow-Mae is de1d." What l. IL to you
the sunshine bright what 4 that cheerful rays
f on the green ded and Sparkling streams What IS it
nov. that size walk ort by your side 10 enjoy
~ And what Is dea her deat Though few people Knew
her, yet yo1 Is the offs dearest hope until time
shan grief ami her brother Gil the aching void
her death hath mad1 within your heart.
Bat she yours yes almost your al No, and
God; and goden year Of your happy life Is dark
for she his bosom now IN heaven. God forgive yoSl
for your feet, too shrnk appalled, from ath's cod
river; altering tongue must ask this be dahy
Your fading eye WI irger ovnsy on this unny earth and
your clsmmy hand yield is atfse le fntier.
They have dug grave for hsT Spring f,wers brighten
over and the green grass s with Ga les and ets;
he weeping willow s;ans near, AMI through its bending
branches the vntry wind sgis sad requiem 10 your lost
Matte. o. II these sacred bones gathered up
beyound desths angry oDd there peace shre
the darken ng sky sprang bow % 0nse. hen
all hsre Is Of earth ~oud be deoae dfeary light but
ndreveaton haze tod Us hat there LAID SheTe
the
"Rivers Of pleasure dow DER ire bright plains,
And the noont'ds Of glory eternsiiy rrign,"
Within Uhose sacred Preeincs but The pure heart
be admit 81.
NAsHyILLs, Jan. ssh, 1886.