Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1858-03-09
Forthe Spy.
Lines the Death Of Miss SARAH Il. PiPER, Of the
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High SehsOt.
Dedicated % her Classmates.
A spi-i, hiss fed
To the realms OF the dead;
friend naS been laid
In grave newly -nade;
A schoolmate has gone
To her long last home
Is It son Ter Re're sad
Who once were glad
When she who on earth
Used 10 join in mirth,
Has departed forever
To come again-neveT?
Loag hath she en- with US,
So merry and lyous
With laugh so fall OF glee,
And step so light and free,
As the familiar walls
OF our mu h loved halls,
Will wait long mOurnfuly
To echo again.
Hers was a uoble mind,
Frank, gentle, and kind;
Formed in a mold most qasenly,
Placed in a casket most seemly
But this deep fuuereal wall
Has taught us,-alas! how fraili
schoolmates, do you remember
The last dag 10 December,
As the old gear wasdying-
ooh! wha a world of rev meaning
What stra ge sense of dreaming
And nea thoughts OF b ing,
That nournful word-dying,
Bears to hearts signing
Ger the form Of one dead,)
We met In school room,
Not then filed with gloom,
But adorned With gay dresses,
And filled with bright fac; s,
WhOto cneerus, had come
From many homer
Most joyful Of that Joyous throng
Was the b art of her, then blithe and strong,
Most hopeful of that hopeful band,
Was the spirit now in the spirt-land;
"Most noole' We called her in the play,
Most happy, we trust, her existence to-day.
When Time shall for this year toll the kner,
That fair form will be sleeping in yonder dell,
ON the ave no glad voice can come to our ear
Wishing schoolmates and friends happy neT year,
But yet from the tomb sound burdens the air,
In accents of love, it Whispers Prepare"
OF another scene
she vas the queen
When cheerful and bright
We MT oue night
Round the Christmas tree,
To make merry
Did We marx that young form,
And tnat laugh SO long,
And that step so light,
And that eye so bright,
That moved in the trance
OF the airy dance?
And did We think then,
When met thus again,
That all now Sd fair
Would not be the rel
Is it wonder we're sad,
Who once were so glad,
When she, who on earth
Used to join in our mirth
Has departed forever,
To Come again ne5er
Taose wreaths and devices,
Taen put in their places
Her hands with life warm
Helped to twin9 into form.
She wore in hfe's morning
The embems Of mourning
Which her memory keep
Vhi she Is asleep
In t1tir evergreen circle
OF laurel and myrtle.
Take them not down yet,
Lest with tears they be wet,
But let them remain
Ever breathing her name.
The c isket SO lovely
Shall mold heath the sod;
But the soul in its beauty
Has gone 10 her God.
1t is grievlJ.s 10 bssT,
She was young and so fair:
But all are young there
And al there are fair.
lis not for US to say "Farewell.n
we snow.she ialeth we'll,
more familiar word we'll speak
As round her bier young hearts break,
One more of hope,
Which she oft hath spoke,
v hen We parted with pain
Bat to meet agan:-
School mate, good bye,
'ItH zee meet thee on high.
Soon Spring flowers will bloom
o'er school mates tomb,
And others will claim
The place OF that name;
But from memory list
Shall never be missed
The name Of her laid
In early grave
That m5urnful Mar n day
When in litz's hopeful May
We dropped warm tear
On a school mates bier.
A spirit has fled
To the r Inns of the dead;
a friend has been laid
In a newly grave made;
A school mate has gone
To her last long home;
Is it wonder we're sad,
VINO we're SO glad
When she who on earth
Used to join 10 our mirth
Has departed forever
To come gain -neUer?
Worcester, March Sth