Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1862-05-29
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DEATH IN THE GOLDEN LAND"
ny OLIVE X, PATsR


miner laid him down to rest, beneath golden sky,
Parehed with the glowing levers heat he laid him
One oomrade fingered by his side to soOthe his dy'
To list his parting words, and weep when death had
His wavins hair tossed Ger brow OF beauty, fair,
How sad that one so noble, thus in loneliness should
die, -.#
Come nearer to me, brother, row" the pale lips
softly said,
Soon viii this form of mine lie low, amid ihe
gathered dead,
"oh, cease thy bitter weeping for beSlast last hour
And would have thee bear my words of love to
those at homo
oh home! dsar home, how sweet the sound it dims
For OH I'm thinking twOuld be best in that loved
spot TO die.
I'm thinking OF the said adeu the fearful prayeriul
band,
The hour when last looked upon my own fair ma,
When fun Of hope the proud ship sailed, andifanoy
pictured DER - 40 SAs va !,
Auring scenes OF wealth and gold, upon TINS far-on
shore
Pm thinking of mothers love, her fond, her last
farewell,
A fathers hand in blessing given, how tremblingly
II fell
sisters kiss, her olinging so wildly round us
For we were sl the only sons the idols of our home
My father thou wilt be his staff when he is growing
old;
My mother! sister! would these arms could once
mere round you fold,
These lips again be pressed to thine as in the days
gone by,
Then calmly could all resign then joyfully I'd die,
ooh ell them that I've loved them we'll, and in my
dying hour
Their memory twined around my SOUL with an DER
mastering power
Tell them l needed, cherished all the csunses that
they gave,
And Christ hath given victory DER the terrors of
thu grave.
Thou knowest the precious Bible given guide hath
Unto the wanderers erriug feet, shield from deeds
of sin.
Ard bid them not to mourn for me, for on bright.
ct shore
III wait to welcome them, where death and tears
will come no more.
and there's another dear here, waiting at home
forme
My voice grows faint-oh don't forget this message
IT. Quilt meet her-tel-oh tell her, how her tond
and trusting love
Hath made my life an Eden path, like to the land
above:
Her pictured faoe!-Id gaze again within the beam
ing eyes
Can aught be fairer, brother dear, within Gods Par
adise?
Lay this sweet image near my heart, when am cold
And tell her that blessed her name, cen with my
latest breath.
I'm sad to leave thee brother here in this far land
alone,
Bnt God will be a friend still near oh look unto His
throne.
He bids me come up higher, and see the angel band
joy that is unfading waits me in that better land
Deaths dew is on my forehead, and cannot thy
face
Oh check thy tears, and fold me close within one
last embrace
Then cold the brow of beauty grew smiles ser the
pale lips tell,
"Pm going home, = he murmured low, g dear broth.
er, fare-thee-well."
The loVe-hght slowly faded then from out the beam
ingeye,
And spirit-wings unfolding, plumed flight beyond
the sky.
In ,oIituds-wh bitter tears the brother gently laid
The loved one down to rest within the grave his
hands had made.
And then in loneliness of soul, his footsteps turned
away.
To seek the home where prayers for those who
went asst ay.
Now rests he in the lonely wild where none will DER
him weep,
stars night watch keep.
oh rest thee spirit! safely moored within the haven
blest,
Where dreams of pride, of power and gold no more
Thoogh angel voices wooed thee hence in all lie's
strength and bloom,
Though human love shall never bring it. offering to
thy tomb,
Tho, Oh Death hath made thy lowiy bed, far from
the home o love,
Thou rovest now the golden streets of Paradise
above
Thy wealth is mmortality-a crown of glory bri ght
A shining harp-a fearless home in realms of gold
en- light,