Arkansas true Democrat., 1857-12-08
For the True Democrat DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF Mrs JANE E. RECTOR.

here, where IS she now questions each sad heart, Where is that Sister, Daughter, Mother, Wife; Those tears those sghs, those grief-worn faces, all Too truly say, the Lord Cue is no more But hers is not the fate of fiowrs. that die To-day and on the morrow are forgot, Ana winch are lost forever more, to life And immortality; but this earth's scenes Did from her spirits vision pass away Like storm clouds from the skies and death then
 plumed
 It in its brightness, for flight to realms of light ethereal, where live and love The angels ever chanting Heavens great throne, This Is my throne, this is the dwelling place Of God! The morning of her life had not Yet faded quite away, to give to noon Its place; the bloom and freshness of her heart, Had wasted not, nor needed Times unseen But never ccasing march; but midst all this The brighter came. Those joys which fraught that
 morI.
 With bliss, those hopes which found their birth in
 that
 Hearts sunniness, the shades of death have now Entombd. That home which but a few brief days Ago did bask in the glad sunlight of Its own creation, is now shrouded in The deepest gloom of sorrows eve. The link Is broken, which ill sweetest concourse bound Them once, and from that fond sad circle she The dearest one of all is missed. Her babe, Her dd'lfag Little fanate, who though now In childhoods innocence is sporting, she Will miss her now. When night has cam'd the day Into repose, and those young feet are of The play most weary, there will be dear, Dear mothers arms to clasp that tiny form In loves embrace; nc mothers love and soft Sweet lullaby, the angel slulnbers woo, To fold their downy wings about that young Bright head. Her children all will miss her now Her boys will miss her gentle warning voice. And when bleak cares shall them assal no smile Like that fond mothers will be there to sootbe Go, watch that second daughters grief and you Will know she's missed; though but child in vea,s, It Is womans heart that feels the pane, That feels the loss it has sustained But obl That daughter who has just attained to bright And blooming womanhood what can we say Of her? She who had just from stranger lands
 returned,
 Full of bright hopes to that dear home where first Reality did lend its loveliest hue To happy scenes, which oft in fancys dream Land, she had known and loved. But these were
 doom'd
 10 pass away, ana now that ehort bright past Seems but faded dream of promised joys. mothers counsel is. what now she needs The most. Her yearning heart will long to cast Itself upon that faithful breast and speak The thoughts the feelings that will burden it; ~ But she must wish in vain Oh! say no more hat she will not be missed. Go, to that home, See, see that hus6and with how'd head and eve So restless. He her name breathes not. vet in That very silence, is the hearts reply l miss thee, oh! ny actte, miss thee dear Companion of my life thou'rt dead, and in My heart there is grave whose sacredpess Nought can invade, around which shall the Aow,rs Of memory forever bloom and shed Their sweets thereon. Her relatives and friends 4H miss her from their midst-al all have shed Upon Ter tomb, the tribute of their hearts A tear. But grieve more for twas the will Of God, and his hand twas, that dealt the blow: It is the fate that morals all must meet When earth, in all the beauty of its grand Completion rise, and hastened on to gain Its sister worlds, the Great Creator of The Universe did look in pride upon It, for twas his own work; yet even then He said, all this must have an end those plants Those trees, those shrubs and fowrs must pass wa And man, frail man-my most triumphant work lie too must perish from this earth-and tie
 MAGGIE