Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1858-11-03
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HEAVEN.
For the Spirit of the Age.

For the Spirit OF the Age.
HEAVEN.
had a little sister once, but younger some
than i;
Death marked her for his early prey-"the
little girl must die"
She leaned upon our mothers breast before
her spirit fled
Her thoughts engaged with heavenly things
con6dingly she said:
20, mother, tell thy dying child fittings IN
seen as yet,
And what awaits we mortals frail, when LIES
swift snn has set.
In that bright world, on yonder shore, where
Jesus bids us come,
Have we a father, kindred, friends-have
we happy homei"
With swelling heart the parent gaEed upon
her darling child;
And 10 her bosom pressing her, through sOr'
rows veil she smiled
Then fondly soothing all the fears Of little
Sue that died,
Our mother thus, in gentle tones, to sister
dear replied:
NV sweetest babe, when We have crossed
the narrow stream that lies
Just Town the valo, amid the mists which
hide it from our eyes,
We enter, then, into the homo oar Father,
God, will give
Jesus, our Elder Brother, . there-there
saints and angels live"
'But, mother, tell me, do the joys of earth
surround as then
Do playful lambs skip Ger the green-do
rills dance down the glenl
And are there fields to yield US bread, or Is
the land n wastei
Do pleasant fruits delight the eye and crafty
the taste Z"
"My child, the Joys ofearth are there increa-
sed ten thousand fold,
Ever a living strean flows through the city
pav'd with gold
On either bank the tree Of life her monthly
fruit shall yield,
While heavenly mamma feeds the soul-th'
plains one verdant field"
"Well, mother, when the balmy Spring come
in the winters wake,
Do pretty birds, with plumage gay, Swee
melody then wake,
And do the lovely daisies bloom Rlo0g tn
Aow'ry dale,
To cheer our hearts, refresh the view, an
ev'ry sense regale2'
"Thers is no winter there, my dear, but OF
eternal Spring
And angels pure, with golden harp, foCev'
praise and sing.
Nor do onrth's transient blossoms bloom
fade and die away,
But flowers perennial deck the land, who
beauties ne'er decay"
"But, mother, when the lengtheniAg shad
Of evening come apace,
Or when the rising sun dispels the darkne
from the place,
Does God, our father, by the stand draw
the large arm chair,
And oil the saints and angels join in the
cil prAyer7"
"There is no night nor darkness there,
one unendiug day;
No sun-the beams from jesus face ch
shadows far away.
Our father, God, sits on a throne-His c
dren gather near
In c~easeless hallelu abs join they have
Dced Of prayer"
Dear mother, when the Sabbath bells
forth in joyful strains,
And music sweet, from heavens choir,
echoes DER the plains,
Do christians 60, with willing feet, to
the mar of God
The story Of the Cross repeat, and tell oil
sus' bloom Z"
"My child the ewSerusalem the city's
Ole is,
Glad music bursts from all the throng, !
cling there in bliss.
Behold Christ on on he CG& FSs!!,9 o tSSqa siHss
S~aviour's glorj6edr"
"Well, mother, when the people die,
weeping friends stand refund,
Are they in collins, winding sheets, and
grave-clothes then bouAdi
And do they, going to the tomb, with
and measured tread,
Compose their decent limbs to rest ~
the silent dead ?"
"The people nerer die, my dear, in hea
blessed cline
They never shed the farewell tear, bnt
in youthful prime;
The sod upon the c0fin-lid meier Civ
hollow sound,
And weeping friends and funeral seen,
Canaan ne'cr are found"
There was . little vacant chair left b
mothers side
In heaven there was a cherub's sphere
by this child that died.
On earth, a tender cord was snapp'd
hearts were left alones
In heaven, a golden chain was forS
bind them to the throne.
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