Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1856-09-01

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wave, whisper tales of sweetest love-and yet
neither the warbling of birds, the perfume of
flowers, nor the. mesody of running waters, will
never arouse him from the deep sleep of that
quiet grave
And there, while the moon looks down in
beauty from ON high, and the stars strive to
hide their giiinrnering light behind the soft fee-
cy clouds, and the trees drop their leafy heads,
as If in reverence for the sleeping flowers on the
hiliock green--we VIII leave him to the silence
of night, and the protection of Heaven
And now father, bid thy. tears cease their flow
ing. And mother, stile the sighings of thy
broken heart And thou. OIL sister, who vert
so very kind, ami didst love with such idolatry,
and wept such bitter tears, rejoice and be glad,
for ssthy brother Is not dead, but sisspet6!!"
Oil weep no more for him, whom Jesus in
mercy hath so soon transferred from darkness
here to light in Heaven. Weep not for him
who hath gone to sit down at the right hnnd of
God, to hold sweet converse with the Patriarchs
of old, and to drink from the river of eternal
life that sparkling runs through the golden
streets of Jerusalem.
IT'S sweet to think we have brother in Hea-
ven. lis sweet to feel, there is link that
binds that land of light and beauty to the drea-
ry world about US It's sweet to think that
when life's journey is ended, and Jorrian's stoT-
my waters crossed, and Heaven in view, there
will be one voice at least to bid US welcome, and
teach the way to God.
we know. OH sister, that thou wilt miss thy
little brother in the morning, at noon, and in
the nighttime Thou wilt miss his little arms
around thy neck, his soft kisses thy brow,
| and his gentle words Of love in thy ear.
We know this sister, but wilt thou gricve that
the flower thus long nurtured in thy heart, and
watered with thy joyous tears, and shielded from
sorrow and care in the bosom. of thy love
wilt thou grieve that God hath taken it into
tie garden of his mercy, and sheltered it beneath
the covering ofhis wing?
Ali there is an eye that can see clearer than
we can see There is a hand that guides cur
wayworn feet through rugged paths to- better
home. There is a voice Whose sweet and
solemn tones come like music on our trembling
hearts, and whispers Of hope beyond the grave
THERE'S spirit dwelling in every tree, and flow
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forever whispering of another and better land.
Shall we then mourn Ger the cares of earth,
and sigh to see our dearest loves passing away
to Heaven? Shall we never learn that the road
to paradise leads through graves and darkness,
and fear and trouble, until the light of Heaven
bursts on the startled gaze, and makes amends
for the long nighttime, ere we knew Of the land
that lay in such winning beauty before us9
Oh! sister, bid thy trembling heart be still
There is a seat for thee in Heaven, and thou
shalt yet know how sweet it is to meet brother
there, when this life is ended, and thou hast
crossed the stormy floods Of JOrdon, and noun
tains of death, there will be within the
gates, voice and hand to bid thee welcome.
God be with the on the stormy road! May
thy spirit never weary in well doing, nor thy
soul forget its relationship with Heaven, and
thou every day entwine closer about thy heart
the cord which lie hath dropped from para
disc, and which shall yet be the bridge to thy
eternal peace.