The Carrollton sun. (City of Carrollton, Parish of Jefferson, La.) 185?-1???, 1860-08-08
MISCELLANEOUS.
A Vision of True w"manhood'
BY HELEN FRANCES MAY.

Sent by their King, to tighten l
Within a world of deepest night! At
Her mission seemed holy one
She came to loose her brothers bands,
And bear to heaven the soul she won
By ministry of holy hands.
She raised aloft the drOo ping head,
And bound the broken spirit up;
She brought to life the living dead
By draining half their bitter cup'
Through fields of blood she wandered on
To where a soldier dying lay;
And close beside, her own fair son.
Who by his sword was slam that day
But, STOPPING not above her dead
To grieve her woman's soul away,
She raised the fainting foemans head
And sought the tide OF life to stay.
Fast, fast the warm life-blood gushed out,
The proud hearts pulse grew faint and weak;
And as his soul passed gently out,
The diving soldier thus did speak:
my mother: is it thy dear hand
That soothes my troubled heart to rest
Or spirits from the viewless land
Whove come to bear me to the best
81 had a strange, wild dream this night;
saw the CLEAN of battle spears;
And nv own blood grew to my sight,
crimson fiood and life appears
As what hath been, but soon shall be e
No more, till through the vault OF heaven
The angel flies, the captiVeS trcr, EE
And deaths strong links in twain are fiVen'
81 thought laid me down TO sleep,
The last, long sleep, i'll foreign landsi
And unknown eyes for me did weep,
While DER my couch a stranger stands.
And then nethought the features changed
NV mother bent above her child;
Her heart nor time nor wrOnges is ranged,
Though he was wayward harsh ana WIG.
.sFold me within thy strong embrace, ,
OF nv mother changeless, pure!
For deaths relentless hand shall trace
Words that make my passport sure
Press your dear lips to my forehead,
Clasp nv cold hands within your own;
For nv soul, tonight, hath borrowed
Joy and hope from days long fowni
,oopas ora lrobt before
Youthful friends again greet;
Native skies are bending Ger me,
With their look of love replete.
Take my praises. OIL my Savior,
That at length rest at home;
Thou unheeding my behavior,
Whilst me neer from hence to roam.
II would sleep now; ] am weary
With the labors of the day
With the battle fierce and dreary;
Earthly visions fade away.
Give to me your nightly blessing;
Law your soft hand on me now
With tender, light carcssing,
While before my God pow.
She pressed her hand upon his brow,
And wiped the dcws of death away
She sees his soul is quivcring now
Upon the shores of earthly day.
Her woman's heart forgot its dead;
He thought his mother voice he heAru'
AS on her breast she laid his head
And breathed one sweet, endearlng "ofu
She closed his sigh.iess eyes, at last,
And wrapped him in his warriordress, ..
And si&nt tears fell thick and fast
She Szemed his mother in distress
She left him to his lonely sleep,
The living needed now her care.
He lies where noue e'er come TO weep,
But half her heart still fingers there
Shed made the stranger youth grave
Where winter SHOWS shall never 1al,
Nor stormy winds around ii rave;
Here summer lives that comes to all
The waves of ocean noseleSS beat
Against the rfted rocks and shore;
zrhe trees Join hands in this retreat,
nd silence dwellS fOreVermOre.
O. woman let thy glory be
10 give thy starving foeman breadi
Or. if q captive, set'him free, =,
FOR bind with cords of love instead! -
Of wandering DER the burning sands.
IF parched with thirst, his needs he tell,
With eager haste and willing hands >,
- Bring that which shall his fever queH.
Re thine the hand for haggard want
A board of plenty spreading wide;
MIR when the child of pride shall vauut
His richer garb the poonderide.,
rpo ease the body racked with pain, d.
ITO buoy the soul Of sadness up,
And help the son of guilt attain
The realm where endless joys he'll sup.
And if thy brother; man, onsse err. .,
Then seek the right way to regain;
Receive once more the wandtrer--
: Remember not quilts damning stain
Sho,r him pentant hearts receive
From thee. what Heaven has ne'er denied
TO fallen men who will believe
And trust the Christ that for them died.
And for thy sister need plead
They who've long dwelt meath SINS t'ark MS
Dost thou not know their hearts oft bleed
Again to feel 40 deathish blight
Is dark ming DER their once fair tamet
Stretch forth thy hand and bid them hope!
For they are human all the same,
Though not, like thee, With sin dare cope!
7. Or If thy soul hath never erred,
4 Then canst thou hold aN~erted tace;
= But If thou'st failed in deed or word,
~ stbou dost hope Gods pard'nfug grace,
Show pity to the fallen one,
And though her deeds thou must dePlofe,
Though only wrong her hands nave uohe'
.. Go bid her live and sin no more!
Old Love and New--BY EMILY NJ NJ
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