St. Charles Republican intelligencer. (St. Charles [Charles City], Iowa) 1856-1857, 1856-11-13

a t1ny cneruD from the anSel-lanQ, Will
not darken and desolate all, by recall
ing him early to his home above. And
so we lived, with prayer in oul
hearts for our darling always, prayer
that he might be spared to us till the
sun Of our own lives should go down
And so he became the life of oul
life, the heart of our hearts, and VIC
said it is not sin that we cherish and
worship him. Are not the very heav
ems fairer, and all the green eartl
greener, and our own souls, are they
not purer and better, since baptized
in this new and beautiful love for oul
child !? And thus we lived, as in q
dream, till suddenly, Oh, so suddenly
and so soon our little one tainted by
the wayside, his journey of life just
commenced, the fourth season of flow.
ers just crowning his brow. Firm
and hardy seemed the 1.-the little form,
resolute and bold the spirit that glori.
fed it, as if with him the battle Of life
would be gloriously fought, the brave
and true be manfully won. But he is
gone in all his childish strength, and
love, and beauty. Our little blossom
has withered in it's bloom.
Oh, what an hour was that, when the
blue eye, shut in death, seemed to look
pitifully upon us in our helpless ago.
ny when the cold, still suect little lips
gave no answering pressure, and we
knew they could open to us with words
of love no more ! Vain were the pi
Gus words said to us, "Your child is
happier now-your darling is in Heav.
en-" Was he not gone from our EN-.
brace? Was not all of our earth-life
henceforth to be lonely, without his
presence-to be filled with mournful
memories, irrefraina BILE regrets for our
loved and lost,-for our precious little
blossom, that withered in it's bloom?
We stand by his little grave. We
are inconsolable that he mast lie there.
We think his dear little form must
shudder with cold, and fear to be thus
constantly alone. With irrepressible
yearnings we long to clasp it to our
bosoms, and pour our tears Oh that
golden, brown head, as often as we
have done, when the mere thought of
death would come, as he nestled warm
and lovingly to us. Sometimes, by
the strength of faith, we feel he is not
there. We think how his little feet
have journeyed along through the dark
valley. We see him pause and hesi
tate, as he has left the green slopes Of
earth-land, and we see, by the mute
expression of his face, and the appeal
ing glance of his large eye, how full
of shrinking and fear his little spirit
is !. We know, though he does moi
call, that our names are thrilling on
his quivering lips, and he wonders
why we should have forsaken him in
this trying hour But as his eye
sweeps the shadowy distance, and his
ear is bent to listen, 10 bright form
appears, and a soft voice falls like mu-
sic on his soul. Then boldly travels
his little feet forward through the dark.
ness, his spirit is born into a new en-
thusiasm, upborne by new and won.
drous energy, and his little hand led
by the Good Shepherd, "who takes lit.
tie children in his arms, and carries
them in his BOSOM"
But "we see as through a glass,
darkly" The question rul come, will
he not miss us-who has been to us
such a morning and evening care
Will he not call for papa's strong
hand, and mama's assuring words OF
love? Will not his eye grow weary
of seeing, and feet with wandering
even over the shining hills, and the
ever fresh meadow-lands, so new and
beautiful to him, and will he not fold,
now and then, his angel-wings, and
remember the earth-home he has left,
and will not sigh swell his sinless
bosom, for the grief his departure has
betokened?
Oh, worshipped child we n.ust yield
to the fiat of Him who doeth all
things WELL" We cannot call thee
back but ever and ever we will re
member thee, our loved one, and ever
cherish, as the most sacred and holy
of words and things, the name and
memory of our darling boy-of oul
fair little blossom that withered in its
bloom. MINNIE MARY LEE.