Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1859-02-28
For the Nashville Patriot.
IVY LEAV ES.BY RASD.I-
No. II.-OUR PARENTS

No. H.-OUR PARENTS.
How sweet the ties of love that bind Il
10 our parents, how sweet the recollection
OF those days, when our kind and pentI
mother, took us by the hand, and bid ms
kheeI beside our bed and say with her owl
evening prayer, how bright the visions o
those faded days. who has not hidden in thei,
hearts thoughts of those happy hours. tho
morning of our lives and are thew lifeless,
No; but softly breathe upon them and they
VIII bloom again; yes; then will come back
to us the long loved form of her who in our
helpless childhood strewed flowers over our
paths; and crushed the poison ,reeds that
would have grown there, then too will come
membranes of him. our loving father.
whose smile lit up our innocent hearts. with
nights OF fancied joys; o! bright reflection of
brighter days weave thou garland to
bio som in our hearts.
Hast thou mother gentle reader; cast a
glance towards her, though bowed by the
tolls OF years. She is. though gray hairs
glisten in her head. though the soft bright
rays Of light that once shone from out those
orhs, arc ehaddowed 10y age; still there is
beating within. heart as full os buoyant
love as it was of yOre; twas in her arms Won
nestled when but a bud upon the stem. twas
she-who relieved and watched thy wants
before thou knewest theine own necess;,i.s
speak kindly to her, draw not tear of sor-
row from those eyes that have shed for thee
drops OF tender love, walk hand in hand with
her as she nears deaths threshold and leave
her there, crowned with leaves of ever bloom |
ing love; he thou but happy and she is
happy too
Has thou father too, to whom Won look !
with love and reverence; whose totterinr |
steps you guide and strengthen; whose |
heart you tighten with truth and honor? O
happy one; who has heart so early omen to
virtnous delight, and can find happiness for
his 0'0n soul by restoring thy fathers bless
ing upon his own head; and happy father
who has lived to reap thy harvest of the ear. 8
and labors. in the love. AID affection of his
see, his mild aud gentle looks
bespeakethe inward satisfaction of his heart
he weight of age sits light upon him.he feels
NV 'hc SaitS VI iil'', ne smiles at apprOacl- |
hg death, and views himself still living and
IGNORED in the memory of his children As he
'asses on, and on, to the reservoir of the iiy-
n.y. in the fnllness of love. hope, and joy.
Or hast thou followed thy parents one by
me wrapped in the babilimcnts of the grave
o their bed of earth; hast viewed death with
is icy breath blow life's candle out: and .
till their beating heart with his iron hand;
asst pressed upon their lifeIess lips the last
ISIS, the seal of undying love, if thou hast.
old dear to thy heart their memory. il will 7
necter to thy saddened soul. il will
'ise thy thoughts heavenward and make
lee long for an entrance there where thy I
'rrows will vanish as dew before the MORN
g's sun; plant upon their graves tributes of
y love, mo'sien them with thy tears. and
hen 1t shall come thy time to be a parent,
on canst breathe into the hearts of thy child
n the same purity that they who sleepeth
eathed into thine.
NAsHvHLH, Feb. 20. 1889.