Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1856-10-16
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She is Gone!

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She is Gone!
Fond mother. weep no more for her! No care
Shall eer invade that gentle bosom there.
Sweet sister ! seek your sorrow to dispel!
Kind father. brothers all your grief forbear.
-Hove
1t is but few weeks since one was call
ed from our midst, called from happy
home, from kind father, loved mother, anc
from kind and loving sisters; called too
from band of schoolmates and friends
some OF whom had shared her joys and sor-
rows from childhood's happy hours. 1t is
but short time since she composed one of
happy band in learning's dear domains;
there, the first to greet her daily avocations
with pleasant smiles and renewed diligence.
But even then, while pursuing such apraise-
worthy course. we gazed on her with sad
countenances, not thinking, however, she
would leave Us so soon Earth to her had
many charms; all was bright and beautiful,
kind friends were near, encouraging her by
their words Of pleasantness and love; but
Notwithstanding all attachments and kin
dred sympathies, she was taken from US;
taken from ea-th's trials and SORROWS, 20
rest in that better land. And as we gazed
on her placid countenance, lovely in death,
and knew that she must soon be borne to
yonder church-ySrd where repose SO many
of our beloved friends, tfen, with fearful
eyes and saddened thoughts; our hearts
gently responded "She is Gone" Silently
we gazed upon the ALL that was left of the
beloved.
Yes, it was over; passitely Icy the DELI
cately moulded hands upon the breast that
had risen and fallen for the last time; the
pale lips had fallen apart, the heavy lashes
were closed forever over the beautiful eyes
yes the heart had ceased to futter, and
she was at rest.
II was a fearfulIy beautiful sight, and
well might we pause in our life march, and
in silence watch with our spiritual vision
the one winging her flight homeward.
Why was she born! Why was she taken!
For what has she lived! Was it not all in
vain! were thoughts that could not stay,
and resistless swept my heart There were
many gathered in that room, from the sill
ver-hairad and bowed in age to the youth.
Some OF the hearts were weary and well
nigh broken by sorrow, gladly would they
have laid aside their working garb for robes
of life eternal; gladly would they have lain
down to the peaceful sleep of the grave
Yet they were left, with their cary, aching
hearts to journey On, while she who made
glad to weary hearts, was taken.
Brief was thy visit, but, sweet spirit, that
visit was not in vain! The few short
years in which thy loveliness cheered US,
are never to be forgotten, their impress is
with Eternity!
Like fair flower, thy beauty was too
frail TO last, yet thou did st not live and suf-
fer and die in vain, the memory of thy love-
lness-is with US still. Thou hast taught
US how to live iu innocence and purity; thou
hast taught us how to suffer in patience;
thou hast taught US how to die in peaceful
submission to Divine will. And like the
birds to whose sweet carol thou hast so
often turned to listen, thy pure spirit has
flown away, bearing ours with it up tc God.
Oh, ye whose bleeding hearts are yearn-
ing for the dear one so lately flown from the
home circle, pray to God to purify your
hearts, that they become fit dwelling places
for the dear departed, resting place for
angel wings; for yours is a treasure in
Heaven.
Through the long, weary years of futurity,
when the eye grows dim and the brow fur
rowed, how often will you look back and
think Of the kind Father that he has thus
given you one which is in Heaven. Is it
not beautiful thought, that one whom
you have loved and cared for is dweler
with God and his beloved. Yes, the men,
ory os this one, whom God has taken to
keep for you j purity, always, will be a
bright spot, 0beautiful picture on memOry's
wall, of win y you will never weary; at the
same time feeling the assurance that it
awaits you in Heaven.
Then linger not longer over this beauti-
full clay. You have been permitted to add
e Jewel to his crown, and God has added
new link to the silver chain.
Then part the curls over the icy brow,
cross the hands oTer the pulseess bre asst.
then leave her to sleep in the quiet grave;
and turn to God, who gave, and remember
the sweet promise, "Of su:h is the King
dom of Heaven" A Savior gave it.
J. D..
MARTINS FERRY, September, 1856.