The Yazoo Democrat. [volume] (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1858-18??, 1859-07-23
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FOR THE DEMOCRAT.
THE MOTHERS LESSON.

The moon looked down from her home on
With quiet, becoming SMILE
The stars, like diamonds, gemmed the sky
We're sparkling all the while.
Oh Twas the hour beloved by all,
When ''imagery leaves love-
And shows us faces meath the pail,
Which we loved long ago.
Yet there, within that hall go fair,
l saw one discontented,
Whose pale, pale face was marked with care
Like spirit unrepented.
Sleep from the weary eye had fed,
And her grief heart refused
To think of any save the dead
To prayers she seemed unused.
"Oh woe is mel" was the piteous cry
OF that poor breaking heart.
The stars smiled from the bright blue sky
As though they heard it not,
ooh woe is me !" and piercing sound
Floated out on the calm, still air,
Laden with the fragrance of flowers around
The window, where sat form fair.
Memory was busy with the loved,
The lost of long ago,
And blissful were the feelings
Which o'cr her soul did flow.
Again they all before her, in
Their youthful beauty we're,
She felt their fond caresses
As they called her "mother dear"
She loved them oil, but by her side,
Setting next her, there was one
On whom she looked with fonder pride
That was her darling son.
He was bright, ambitious youth,
With forehead fair and high,
Whereon was plainly written, Truth
And it spake from his beaming eye.
But, alas as melts fieecy cloud,
Pass'd away that vision fair,
Leaving but the coffin and the shroud,
To heart of deep despair,
The mother rose, and as she stood,
Was heard the piteous strain,
"My son. my SON. would that could
See thee but once again !"
Then rose voice loud, and said,
'Look thou to the right"
The weeping mother turned her head,
Oh dreadful, dreadful sight!
A dreadful instrument of doom
A scaffold and rope.
"For whom prepared whom,
say, dies thus without hope"
Fen while she spake she saw them lead
From the prison door some one,
In whose face, wan with crime and grief,
She recognized her son.
MotiOnless, heart sick and dcspairing,
| She stands. Oh her heart will break
See the anguished look she's wearing;
But again that voice spake:
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Is murmur at heavens will
Whose every expression is a doubt,
Whether God means good or i'll,
Let this teach thee mighty truth,
Of God, His truth and love;
And if He takes, in unsullied youth
Thy child to his home above,
"See the path of crime he might have trOd-
See the agony, the shame,
That would have swept Ger thy heart
At the mention of his name.
'Then thank thy God in burst of praise,
That he called thy child away
From world of sin to loveier one,
Where he can never stray"
The voice ceased, and darkness fell
Like pail on the marble foor
But where's the mother? Who can tell?
Where she never was before.
There fell on her heart blessed calm,
Fer the mother knelt and prayed,
Meath the holy rays of the moonbeams,
Which Ger that dark room strayed.
And the angel of death stole softly in,
As she said, "Thy will be done,
i And bore her from this world Of sin,
To meet her darling son.
And. weeping mother, thou who art
t Wreathing garlands of sorrow ever,
Oh take this lesson to thy heart,
Ponder well, and forget it never.
Benton, July, '59. WV
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