Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-03-02
9Ott's GOru&r.
For the Spirit of tho Age.

For the Spirit of tho Age.
To the Beredved Parents You have
said-all seem to sympathise with
you: And well they may for too many,
alas have experienced the same loss-the
loss Of a darling Child. And to such, the
sad words-tho death Of an Infant-rings
long and sadly on the ear, and pierces like
an arrow to the heart, 1t reminds Us Of
the time when we gazed upon the face Of
our own darling child-thc snowy brew,
the pale check, the leaden-hued lips, and
the calm sweet features-lovely even in
death. Where isthe mother, who without
a tear and, where the Father who with
out q sigh, can call to mind such sad
soonest In fancy's piercing notes we still
hear the feble means ofthe expiring infant
We reflect upon the lamblike meekness
with which the little sufferer bore its trials
and Affections to the last. 1t is hard to
witness the sufferings Of any fellow being;
but, above all, the sickness and death ofa
darling Child, is the most heartrending
scene a Mothers eyes ever witnessed, The
rose that is fully blown, or already begin
ming to fade, is by no means, so much to be
regretted as the tender bud that has but
lust begun to unfold its tender leaves to the
morning snn, like the darling Babe, the
aad and touching account of whose death
we have so lately read. But he is gopoi
We cannot recall tho dead but his
memory, like the memory Of their own
darling Child, will long be held sacred and
dear to the heart Of every Parent whom
death has deprived ola tender Babe.
Lines on heDeah 9HowARD L1rrLEroN,
Infant Son Of 4. NJ. and N. Il. German.
lie lie gone from tho land of the sorrowful heart,
To the elmo Of the happy and blest;
lie Is gone-0l how sad for q Mother to part
From the Babe she 60 oHon carcssed.
HOi gone-and whore are tho laughing eyes,
And the pure and snowy browj
And tho dowIy check she go often kissedF
In the cold grave resting now!
Ths psags Of q Mother no tongue can speak,
When sho parts from q darling child
Whon the dimpled hands that have strOked her
cheek,
Audthe lips tbas SO swOstly smiled;
I&O cSlm In the cold embrace Of death,
While the spirit hath winged Its flight
10 the realms above, where the Angels move
In their robos Of heavenly hight.
Mourn not for your Babe, he needs not your care
His Home is in Heaven abovel
Where Christ lin His wisdom) trOnsplanted hi
thoro;
To sing tho RodoomoPs love.
o, Motherl weep not for your absent one,
Though his death has a strong tioriv'n--
Though his earthly career was but Just begun,
When he went to live in heav'n.
Father, mourn not for your darling child!
Though lovely and fair to behold--
On his infant face has tho Savior smiled;
On his head is q crown of gold!
That priceless jewel you priced SO high,
Was tho gem of another sphere:
The Angel light in the Baby eye,
Told plainly be belonged not here.
You hesitate not to return unto man,
Tho treasures Of this vain earth
Then hesitate not to return to youl God,
A treasure Of far more worth!
That Angel smile on tho infant face,
As with pleasure the soft lip curled-
Was an Angel smile Of unearthly grace;
Too pure for this wicked world.
lIo Is gone but tho Saviour, in mercy free,
HIS balm for each wounded heart giv'n:
"sufer little children TO como unto me;
For Of such 10 the Kingdom Of Heaven"
A. A.