The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1858-12-23

sorrowfully weep in bitterness of spirit
over hopes withered flowers and loves
vanished dreams! God bless you,
young bride! bac Hofieeiao ,ao
Hush! step lightly! This room is
sacred place Bright angels, though
invisible to US, are lowering noislessly
over the low couch, and gently guiding
the weary feet of a loved, idolized one,
as he calmly walks through "the dark
valley and shadow of DEATH" fearing
no evil, for the Sinless One walks by
his side and illumins the way with His
glorious presence. He sees not the
weeping mother agonized father
or the loved sisters as with breaking
hearts they watch the departure OF
their noble son and brother to the Eter-
nal Land of Immortality. His pure
spirit is gazing into the bright world OF
Souls-his bright brow is irradiated
with lustre not of earth as he points
upward and smiling = sweetly, softly
says, "In my Fathers home are many
manions. Let not your heart be
troubled, neither let it be afraid" Then
with long, parting look of love upon
the weeping ones bending over him,
and with the blessed words, Christ
Heaven - Homew lingering on his
smiling lips-his loving eyes close for
ever to the scenes of earth, as White
winged Angel bends low and gently
bears his pure spirit over the rough
waves of Deaths dark river, which
the sister-band of watching seraphs
sweetly sing, "Blessed are the dead
who die in the Lord" Yes, blessed
Blessed to pass over to the bright land
of JOY ere the spirit wings have become
soiled and dimmed by sins blighting,
darkening touch. And though those
aged parents feel in the bitterness OF
theirg grief that their staff-their pride
their idolized one, has been rudely ia.
ken from their loving hearts and mourn
that their "gray hairs are brought down
with sorrow to the grave;" yet we
know that God will send the White
robed Angel of Resignation to pour
the healing balm of divine love into
their sorrowing hearts, and to win them
nearer to His blessed cross. Poor
weeping mother! As she lays back
from the high, pure brow, the rich
glossy locks of brown hair, and wildly
presses the cold lips wreathed with the
happy spirits last triumphant smile, a
wall of agony comes from the depths
of her reft heart for her beautiful-her
noble-her precious one, "Would God
/ had died for thee, my son! my sonr'
Mother! thy son has gone to spend the
sweet Christmas hours in Heaven
gone to realize the glorious beauty ol
a ransomed spirits eternal homc-then
grieve not for him!
"Hurrah! hurrah! a merry, merry
day for usr' gaily shout and sing q
sleigh-load of "joyous" youths and
laughing maidens as they smoothly
glide over the shining snow-path. Yes
a merry day to one and all! The very
bells depending from the glossy necks
of the proud-stepping grays, seem tc
tinkle gleefully amerry Christmas song
And the beautiful grays-how they
prick up their ears = toss their curly
names and look knowingly forth from
their bright keen eyes as they daintil,
pick up their iron-bootcd feet and has
ten on, away, away! Yes, goot
grays! You know very well that you
sleigh contains precious burden o
, merry youths and sweet maidens who's
hearts are full of tender love-thoughts
cherished hope-fowers and unwelcom
cloud-fears. Away, then away! Beau
tiful grays, with your load of smiling
bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked Bessies
Marys, Lucys, Annies and mischievous
true-hearted, joyous Franks, Wills
Harrys and Jamies! Away, then away
, Soon the Christmas day viii dawl
when these happy hearts will not bea
| in union with the merry tinkling of tn
, clear-ringing bells Away, then away
, for ere another blessed Christ-day shal
, visit US, some of these bounding heart
| will be heavy with grief and perchanc
) the quick throbbing of other heart
, will have been stilled by deaths coli
: grasp = the light of beautiful eye
| quenched forever and loved form
laid to rest in their low, grassed-roofe,
r homes. "Ha! ha! hal" Sweetly
merlily their joyous laughter is born
, to me on the wings of the passing
5 breeze and the musical tinkle, jingle
5 dingle of the bells is softly ringing il
9 my ears = but, they are gone! AM
SO will it be with them and with us
! So will it be with our cherished hope