The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1856-09-18

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they close the gate, and fit away into
the dim shadow land of the past.
Father! night and morning bend,
ing to thy task; toiling daily in tie
crowded marts, the toiiing, moneyed
slave Of Mamnlon, look up moment
from the yellow. binding dust, and
listen Ia faint sweet voice is telling
you "good bye J" The fair and thought,
tnl-eyed child angel which came to
your home singing with the morning
II ON the portals of Paradise, will re-
turn thither ere the dew has gone up
from its amaranthine blossoms. The
hourapproachcs when the white gate
will close upon him, when you will
hear his last goodbye" through grief.
moans, and strive to look after him
through bitter, but unavailing tears.
Throw aside the ledger for awhile
take up the Book of Heavenly Truth,
see that yoatr name be written bv his.
in the Lambs Book of Life, so shall
you surely follow !, our child. angel to
land where there ''are none that weep,
and none that sigh, and none that say
farewell !"
Husband! listen, and listen earnest
ly-for Il low, loved voice is bidding
you farewell which your dull ear can
not hear. Her name will soon be add
ed to the list of whom this is the only
record-"she lived-she loved-she
died" The good and beautiful will
have closed the white gate, passed
away into the shadows ofthe afterward.
and you will journey on alone. Then,
oh then, like an arrow to the heart
will come back the memory of her
quiet smile, the echo of her clear, ring
ing laugh, and the glad sound of her
cheerful greeting! The ruined shrine
will be sacred then, though it's sweet
light has forever faded /; the broken al
tar stone, with its ashes of perfume, be
hallowed still by fond association.
though the hearts ideal incense has
ceased to rise like veil over its had
den sanctuary.
Children !! pause amid your PLAY,
and for moment listen. The voice of
a pale and patient mother, growing
fainter day by day is telling YOU
good bye" If You could enter Heav-
ems portals before her, and SO return
to God ere ye have learned to weep for
her, happy are ye. But ifnot, We will
live TO remember that there was love
which, like the lighthouse ray threw
out its pulsatiug radiance far into the
night and tempest of the world; you
will remember one whose life was love:
who looked down with fearful eyes up
on your infant slumbers who clasped
your tiny hands and bade you say,
Our Father who art in Heaven -
who watched and prayed for YOU
wherever you wandered, and whenever
you wept; who blest You going, who
welcomed you returning, and who for
got You mover!
Oh weary wayfarer on the thor.
oughtare of life, listen, and recall, if
thou can'st, the sad, sweet voices that
evermore are telling thee ;sgood- bye !"
goodbye !" Listen till the good
and the beautiful come back to thee in
the realms Of imagination and memo
ry, till the air is full of the odors of the
olden time, and musical with the far
off Ginning of its Sabbath bells.
Call back again the voice Of bird and
blossom, things which long ago have
said good. bye to thee; the laughter of
the little rill ere you left it to launch
forth upon the broad rushing river of
lite, the sweet low tones of home ere
your hearts had ever thrilled to the
shock and jar of the great world with
ont. People its low halls and its cozy
chambers with the voices Of the dream
less dead, and the language of Heaven
which they now speak strive thou to
understand. And most Of all, old NOR
tai, listen earnestly to the warnings of
thy guardian angel, grieve him not
lest he turn away with the saddest Of
farewells-but be thou of those who
''kuow his voice." and are led by him
unto that pleasant land where we shall
even forget the meaning of those earth
ly words "good-bye,"-"good-bye" J"
NashcaUc Patriot.
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