Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1856-01-11
For the Lewisburg Chronicle.
A v [ 5 10 N.
BIT LIE BLANC.

lis flltering voice-how feeble now it grows'
'Tis drowned by every gentle breeze that blows
Alas! has death made his mark upon that brow
Lowly in the grave his noble form to bow,
To sleep midst the tombs of the slumbering dead,
Where no sound is heard the sad tread
Or the creaking Of boughs meaning over his grave.
Or the weeping of willows they sadly wave,
Ry his side stood, watching the passing storm
Venting its maddened rage gainst his helpless form,
A. he calmly slept, without tear sigh,
Betraying no fear Of death, though SO soon to die.
TIL midnight, stood beside his dying bed,
With a thousand visions passing through my head
Visions of the past of happy hours I'd spent
'In bright, boyish Dreams, when to school went
BY fatigue o'ercome, laid me down to sleep,
And bid guardian angels their vigils keep;
Soon l closed my eyes in sleep, and found reposs
In glad dreams of heaven and end of mortal woes;
l saw from heaven, golden clouds descending.
And from Ger their sides hosts Of angels bending
Hosts after host clouds 1 could not number,
Fast descending TO watch the seeper's sumber.
Sweey he slumbered dreams Of heaven filled his mind,
The hosts descended, but LEFT their behind;
They tapped their gorgeous wings left their cloudy
Lighting all the heavens with torches made Of
When earth they reached they the seepers room,
And with dazzling light dispelled the midnight gloom;
by his side they stood and whispered in his
Welcome from heaven (too soft for hear ,
Then they famed his evered brow with wings Of down,
And over his head they held sparkling crown.
Sweetly he slumbered, happy dreams filled his mind
Careessy with his locks played the passing wind,
50 sweetly he dreamed, angel thought could tell
What it was his smiling features told we'll.
Now they flap their wings and reach their misty
Waving in the air their fiery, blazing stars;
Far. far towards heaven their torches shining,
pure white robes their graceful forms entwining
x..far hap ,lrnEa
As the chill of death over him slowly creeps;
heaven his eyes turned with fervent gaze
And in that heavenly look thought betrays
As though some lisping angel were hov'ring near,
Chanting sweet music to his listening
And now his trembling lip moves though to speak,
And with bright crimson bushes his pallii cheek
His wasted form trembles though it would fly
To meet its God-to know its destiny.
Fixed his eyes, and in vacancy they stare
As though guardian angel hovered there,
To bear towards heaven the last and expiring breath
Of one falling asleep in the arms Of death.
Midnight is Ias,ing-the door is opened wide,
Now stands his MOTHER a-weepug by his side;
Bitter she sheds by his dying bed
She snoothes the rough pillow for his aching head.
All now is still-as still forgotten graves,
Or the mrrored ocean with its sleeping waves,
All is as motionless as the sleeping air
When reposing weary wings everywhere.
But, hist methnks again be tries to speak,
And gstening drops tricke down his cheek:
Now from of his hand he takes a ring Of hair,
With its golden clasp, and names engraven there;
Saying, Mother! dearest mother should die"
and trembling tear-drop sparkei in his eye)
.'Give this to her, whose it bears with mine,
And kiss those artless lies Of ners with thine"
Gently upon her breast he laid his head,
And did not move-for now his soul had fed
lie did not move, though long she cried aloud
In melting tones-he slept beneath his shroud--
For he had 6reathed hi. last, departing breath,
And the sleep he slept the sleep of death.