St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1860-05-31
For the St. Cloud Democrat.
NEW YEARS EVEREVERIEs
BY ROSE GLENWOOD.


was assembled at the "Willow Farm" the
place, to US, the dearest and loyeliest Oh
earth. IT'S not the white cottage itself,
with the blooming Byzantine, trained
around its doors, or the sweet Jessamine,
whose blossoms smile upon you through
thelow windows, whose Trailing vine now
rests upon the roof; tits not the gay flow.
ers which bloom there in Summer time, or
the sweet breath Of the ]ilacs; nor yet the
purling brook, which runs close by, and
mirrors the ''Weeping Willows" which
grow on its banks, and whose dropping
branches drink Of its crystal waters I hese
alone make not its beauty.
Reader, it is HOME! that word, whose
notes are tuned to I'll the soul with sweet
est harmony! that place, where a father
! and mother smile upon you, ard friends
! "tried and true" cluster around. Here was
passed childhood rosy morn, here, sisters
dear twined round US in affection deep, aud
generous, noble brothers, gave us their
love, and guarded us from evil and dan
ger. go.
/ Unusually bright glowcd the lights in
Willow Farm House this eve! Sparkling
was every eye, bright and buoyant seemed
every heart! yet mid the joy there was
sorrow, for one, sat there mid that gay
throng, with brow 50 pale, that it seemed
almost spiritual, while a calm, holy smile
wreathcd her thin lips.
All realized that her stay on earth was
short, and though merry jokes passed, and
laughter resounded through the rooms,
soon all sat down, and father, mother, sis,
! tiers and brothers, all joined in singing the
/ good old hymn, !. ..:
- "We'll anchor by and by!!' go.
| How heavenly sounded that sisters voice,
as its trembling tones joined in the chorus !
All she realized that to her -. ~.
! .'The heavenly port was nigh;"
yet she saw Spring with her gar]ands of
flowers; she basked in the golden sunlight
of Summer, but when the flowers faded,
and the leaves began to turn yellow; and
st1ew the ground, she passed away, en-
more gently than they. And yet Of her,
We say with one, II
"n was not unmeet, that one
''''' Like that young friend Of ours,
/ = So gentle and SO beautiful, @-,:-. -.
! Should perish with the flowers ="
! A shadow now rests on Willow Farm!
The brook sings Of her as it winds its Way
along; the flowers she loved, silently
breathe her {, name in their: perfume, and
the dropping Willows bend their branches
still lower, as if pointing to her grave! In
that home VIC may see her no more her
loving kiss, the gentle grasp of her hand,
we may feel no more; but her memory,
her holy influence lives Ay! she lives
| lives in light and glory and though our
voices may blend no more on earth, yet
With Der, and all the Redeemed, we hope
! to sing. "the new song. in our heavenly
home! ~
We can not ask her to exchange an an
| ge1s harp, for aught this poor earth affords !!
Oh, no! Dear: Sister! sci. g., -: ,:!aos,
/ Sing on, sing on! those heavenly strains !,
4 q We would nottcall thee back again! lid.
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Letters on THU, DIVINE TRINITY, .Addressedto
! HENRY WARD BEEcuER, by B. F. Barrett
Nv az l Xerk; M M.sson& A. Brothers, No6.7