Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1857-03-19

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A vision of beauty once blessed our sight,
AS sweet to our view, as an angel OF light,
| In the form Of our Eva, fair;
Her love-lt eyes, of clear, bright blue,
Brought down from the skies their azure hue
And the sillicn, the light brown hair,
Which adorned her beauteous infant brow,
And hung in curls on her neck of snow,
Seemed like graces reposing there.
We hailed ler appearance with joy and love,
AS the pledge ofEis goodness who reigns abov'
| That child of our faith and prayer.
There was joy in our hom, by day and night
| While blcst with the presence OF Eva bright,
| Throughout all the circling year;
We watched while her form in beauty grow,
Unfolding charms that We're ever new,
And We held her still more dear
AS we saw the dawning Of her mind,
And found her loving, gentle, kind,
To US and to all appear.
" Her voice was music, her motion grace"
An angels beauty was in her face,
And she seemed an angel here.
We cherished her with fondest love. a.
A sweet, u beauteous meek-eyed dove,
That made our home her nest;
And yet, that loved one seemed to know
She would not tarry long below,
That this was not her rest.
The song that pilgrims sing at night
Who leave again at morning light,
We're strains that she loved besti
Was she not hearing angels say
Come, infant spirit, come away,
g Come dwell among the blest."
SO come sweet one to that fair land,
Where the air is clear, and pure, and bland,
Where noontide splcndor rcigns
Where tairer trees, and fruits and flowers,
Than ever grew in Eden's bowers,
Are spread DER hills and plains
Where beauteous birds Of varied song
Are gaily warbling all day long,
In richest, sweetest strains;
There, where with Sharon's Fadeless Rose.
The Lilly Of the valley grows,
Your happy home remains"
There, where the first born Sons of Light,
With all the ransomod hosts unite,
In the Redeemer's praise,
Your infant voice shall grace the song,
That rolls in melody along,
In loudest, sweetest lays;
Tho song of Moses and the Lamb
Eternity's exhaustlcss Psalm
Which all His grace displays,
Shall be your theme, in realms above,
And you shall sing Redeeming Love
Through everlasting days !"
That angel song caught her young ear,
She felt she was pilgrim mere,
That this was not her home;
That just for one bright summers day,
Along the pilgrims weary way
Her little feet would roam;
And when on that days dewy eve,
The angels called her-bade her leave;
She cried g come, | come"
A fathers tears could not detain--
A mothers prayers were all in vain
They laid her in the tomb.
What gloom and desoation rest
Upon the home so lately blest
With Eva, blythe and gay;
Her sofa crib, and little chair,
Her clothes, her playthings all are there,
But Eva is away
The only lips thev ever hoard l..z---.
Call S Pappoo, Mamma" sweetest words
That little lips can say
Those lips, with heaven in kiss,
And which to kiss were perfect bliss,
Are mouldering in the clay
But, bark hear her voice of love,
Come sounding from the realms above
What is it, Eva dear
Sc Pappoo Mamma ! may not come,
To bless you in your earthly home,
But you will join me here;
And then, throughout eternity,
From sorrow, sin, and signing, free,
For none here sheds Il tear.
The Righteous God, in all his ways,
Both in his Providence and Grace,
viii Wise and Good appear"
Pm Pilgrim and Pm stranger" wal
her favorte hymn upon retiring-and mont
other would soothe and lull her to rest.
Her pronunciation.