The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1861-05-09
Baby Fired.

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BabY's Tired. s.
Baby'st tired Jay him down softI , moths
er. Fold his white hands ogether;; tEyiaes
the tendrils of hair around your finger.
just as you always do, and let hiAlns sleep
You needn't leave nurse With him; there's
a hoss of watchers round his; d.si siiaty couch;
a million Of airy wings to faIi his sluna-f
bers; a countless number fsoft hands to:
minister to him when he wakes.
He's only sleeping Don't weep; you
never did before, when he went to sleep
so sweetly; why should you now What
|issit? Dead c; no, baby is notsdead.
He whom God hath taken into the nnr-
fsery ofheaven knows not ofdeath. Moth
ling knew he Of sin, therefore nothing Of
death, or the eternal shades ofits sunless
land. When Hebrew mothers pressed:
about the Prophet of Nazareth, Hspnt
his hands on the little ones head, and
said, Suffer them to come iintoipe
The softened accent of those words
the music of that voice came down the
aisIes Of time lilsethe cadence Of the south
wind, and the young pilgrim, tired SO.
soon, laid down his staff while yet in the
low green paths Of childhood.
There let him sluinber sweetly raise,
Isno frigid monument about bis head press.
tnotthe earth too tigLthly upon his breast
It need not that craven stone should be
reared there. The record OF. his life IS
better kept on the mothers heart leaves:
Iethanon broken shaft, or weeping urn. She
knows when the head bowed, when the
the weary hands fold she saw the droop
ing lids close, and the pattering feet gath
| lertbemselves up to rest Whatneed that
Isharpedged steel should cut into granite
the short history Of his liie2 A most il
would only be, Fired, while yet it is=car
lly morn.
Plant Gods flowers above the tiny
mound twine there myrtle ernblematics
that of the love that linked itself with
your heart fbres silent messengers that
autely show the Creators might-lovely
monitors that ever point pward and for,
1.-The dew give forth fragrance:
A strangers cursory glance at the eST
quisitely wrought marble will not perpet=,
nate his memory Only in loving hearts
live rernembranceso Of dear ones gone be-
fore.
He'sonly tired lay him softly forest
The way over the hills is steep the path.
finsome places ainty ndrugged, thethorns
sharp and sand-hiIls hot and parchingg.
The road looked long to his infant eyes,
sohe turned back to the arms Of bis Faith
er, preferriig tostrike the harp with az an-
gels than battle earth-baubles, which al.
| best are dearly won Life cup was Bit
ter, evenat the brim; the draught ahad5no
charrn-no exhilirating pleasure--so he.
| put it from him and went to sleep.
Choke down the great sobs, crush back
the murmurngs Of your mothers desolatei
heart, and robe yourself to meet him.
Ask for the white garments, the staff Of
faith, and the sandals of patience Put
them not from your feet till the journey
| be ended fail not tiIlthe appointed time;
then, tired and weary, lay down your bur
den and rest.
Not for ever In the earth's green bed
not evermore meath vaulted roof, or9the
flowers bloom, but where the wicked
cease from troubling; where the King
spreads aroyal banquet for the hungry;
whore the crystalline rivers flow, in which
hetravel-stained may refresh; where the
sacred anthem increasingly roll, while;jju-
bilant harp-strings keep time.
There rest for thee and him for baby
and itsmother He cannot retarn to thee,
but thou shalt 50 to him. Field O. Fge;;
side
THE .THoUGHr WHICH Cheers 4 DYINo
4 II Said a dying man in my hearing
once: My life has been a failure. I have
made a fortune to leave to my relatives
Ito quarrel over whenI am gone, and md
what is there in that thought to cheer me ne
snow2 There is but one green spot IN the the
dreary waste of along life, and that rs IS
1.-the fact that Isstook 4 number OF poor
boys by the hand and aided them in be-
coming men lean run. over IN my mem
4 o,I, mora than dozen such. VINO are