The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1857-11-06

Farewell, farewell, may do for the gay,
When pleasures throng is nigh,
But give to me, when loved ones rart
That better word, Good Bye"
The dear, old word, how we love II and greet
IL, half in smiles, half in tears. In all the Eng
iish language, there is no sweeter, sadder word
When /. comes floating back 20 us through IN
mists of the past, VIC think of our loved ones and
then that we parted with them. Thus the word
has double sgnifcance love and parting. When
iife's liglt goes out-not the lamp or the frcligh,
but the true ight,-then, when we sitalone
in tho cold and dtrkness, the "Good-Byes' We
have uttered in the "Long Ago" days, come
thronging wildly back. Oh! there are so many
aGood Byes" on earth. Some fearfully agoni-
zing, some mournfully sweet There are good
bye words said to loved ones, whom we are
henceforth to meet as strangers; goodbye kisses
presed on the lips Of the wanderers goodbye
tears and sobs for the dead; goodbye moans foi
carth's dearest hopes.
When the world seems all too cold and false
then comes, echoiug through the chambers of the
mast. even to the gates Of the present, the Good
Rve our mother said, when we leftthe home roof.
Dost remember itl Ah! yes Itwas verysweet,
was II tuot2-yet very sad. The strong man, hard
ened in sin, will listen with bowed head and dim
ewes. as the echoes through those chambers bring
back his mothers "God bless you, my child,
Good Bye"
Here comes a "Good-Bye," that was said one
slor,ous. October morning. It was spoken cheer
fully, for the briyht-eyed, ligbthearted youths
we're to return in the Spring But the Spring
came, Summer, Autumn agoin, and then the
Winter, but they came not. One, from his child
hood, had loved the sea, with its deep, wild mu-
SIC It's fairy mermaids, coral halls, with pearl and
golden sanded floors, an | one stormy night he was
rocked to sleep, on the emerald sea-weed' by the
,es,,ess waves and the signing winds. The other
beoame weary in nfe's march and laid down In
the cburehyard to rest. Now, when the white
robed Winter, the glad Spring, the golden sum
mes. and the beautiful Autumn comes again, we
think. with wild agony, of the Goodbye we
so5 10 our lost ones, for little while, but which
lasted forever.
Our iips auiyer and cheeks blanch, as we think
NJ the 'sGooi Bye we said when the Death-
Angel laid the tired head Of loved one softly to
rest on coffin pillow, and mutely folded the
while hands. The word is said more than once,
when the wing Of the gloomy Angel hovers over
the heart. The first is when we press around the
couch, with eyes too dim with fast-falling tears
to ace that the gates of glory are aiar, and can
only see the wan, troubled look, the loving eyes
thai win soon close in the death slumber, and the
gray, mynterious shadow that creeps over the deai
face. and with choking sobs. For few daysther'
are stealthy steps and stiaed sobs through the
house, and the windows are darkened. Busy fin
gers are making garments Of white for the dead
and Of seble for the living. Then friends come
dropping In, until the house is full, and the ol'
pastor comes, ieo. There is prayer, hymn
words said, fhatwe % not care to hear, and thei
they lead US to look upon the face Of the beapsi
fui dead. Tears aro wiped quickly away, thai VI
may take the last look Yeamingly we gaz
,non the calm face. the Haxen fingers olasped 81
moekly, and then press moaning "Good-Bye'
noon the pale lips. SIN another. whm tn
,r.c,ous burden is laidiin ths grave, and the cart
lr,i,les upop Che eo6au I'D. then, Oh, God!we writ
,upon .,se somhs,ors in the heart, deapairnl
s,Good-Bye."
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