New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1859-12-09

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Written on the Death Of Mrs. williams, sist
Of the Author.
BY W. J. WOOD.
Give ear 10 me, ye sons Of men,
Why stand ye gazing round my bed!
You all must die-the LORD knows when
And lie amongst the silent dead.
Though now in health, you all must die
And turn to dust as well as l.
When from my Makers hands came,
The seeds of death, ,wero in me sown-
Which will dissolve my mortal frame.
Soon As the bloom of life was blown.
Behold me, on dying bed,
Forget me not when am dead.
Tho seeds of Grace have since been sovn
And rooted well within my soul;
With cheering up and fully grown, ..
How sweetly on the momeuts roll
Come, welcome Death, and set me free,
My SAv1oR's face long to sec.
Farewell my father, kind and dear.
Iwish you we'll with all my heart.
Farewell my mother, fond and near,
For you and l must shortly part.
My JESUS calls, and must 60,
And leave all earthly things below.
Farewell my brothers, young and old;
Farewell my little sister too
My checks are pale-my hands are cold,
And l must bid you all adieu.
My days are spent-my race is run,
Remember me when dead and gone.
Farewell my young companions, all,
From Deaths caress no age is free;
Remember this forewarning call
Prepare to follow after me.
The wise, the foolish. and the brave,
Must try the cold and silent grave.
Farewell my neighbors, kind and free.
The happy hour is Fastening on
When you shall say-concerning me,
That ELIZA JANE is dead and gone;
The like will soon be said. of you.
Tho path Of virtue then pursue. ~,
Adieu to oil things here below.
My treasure is above tho sky;
My JESUS calls and l must 60
And take possession by-and.by.
Dear JESUS come-delay no more,
I long to reach thy peaceful shore.
Now she il dead aud cannot stir,
Her cheek is like the faded rose;
Which of US next will follow her,
The LORD ALMIGHTY only knows.
But this you know, as we'll a.
That we are mortals born to die.
Cease my beloved to~comp'ain;
Her soul is born of Heavenly birth.
The dust returns to dust again
Her voice is heard no more on earth;
But her immortal soul is gone,
To put eternal glory on.
Tho great Creator, wise and true,
Has an undoubted right to reign;
He made, and left her unto you,
Till he should call for her again;
He has . right to take His own,
O! praise Him for His blessed love.
She was blessing here below,
A lovely, kind, and pleasant child;
Her soul now free from sin and woe,
Will serve its Maker unde6led-
Her sleeping dust shall rest in peace
Till tho sun its courses cease,
How sweet and pleasant was the sound
That thrilpd upon her mortal tongue
Now she is gone where Joy abounds,
And nobler songs Of praise are sung
Where peace, and love, and concert reign
And CHRIST, the Judge, his Churc
MAINTAINS.
Rejoice 70 mourners here below,
That she is gone to worlds above
Yet mourn your loss in parting 60,
For she is worthy of you love.
Rejoice with grief, and mourn with JOY,
While solemn thoughts your minds emplo
August 9TH, 1859.
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road is a very good test Of the dihel
encs between a gentleman and blacl
guard. Whenever we meet q NAL
whether in a carriage or with an 0,
team, who gives US more than half th
.ond s.o ,oanoo& him an !. .o.4lanoa,