The Opelousas courier., 1862-07-05
For the Opelousas Courier
SWEET MOTHER.
BY MRS. JUDsoS,-(FANNIE FoRREsrEsl


By MRS. JUDsoS,-(FANN1E FoRREsrERl
The wild southwest monsoon has risen. /,
With broad gray wings Of gloom, g.,
Where like from out my dreary prison
look as from tomb-A'as!
Ny heart another tomb. -
Upon the low thatched roof the rain
With ceaseless patter falls; .-,
My choicest treasures bear it, stain
Mould gathers on the walls; would heaven
'Twere only on the wallis
Sweet mother, ain here alone f.
In sorrow and in pain;
The sunshine from my heart hath flown, g.,
1t feels the drowning rain,-Ah! me
The chill, and mould, and rain. -,
Fourhggard months, have wheeled their round
Since love upon me smiled,
And everything of Earth has frowned
On thy poor stricken friend, swee, friend,
Thy weary suffering child.
I'd watched my loved one night and day,
Scarce breathing when he slept
And as my hopes were swept away, t.
I'd in bis bosom wept-Oh! God
How had | prayed and wept. II
: And when they bore him to the ship,
saw the white sails spread,
Kissed his speechless quivering lip, ..
And left him OH his bed-Alas,
1t seemed coffin bed.
When from my gentle sisters tomb,
Long since in tears we come, T..
Thou sayest, "how desolate each room,"
Well mine were Just the same that day,
The very-very same.
Then mother little Charlie came,
Our beautiful fair boy, 3I
With my. own fathers cherished name,
But Oh! he brought no joy, my child,
Brought mourning, and no joy
His little grave cannot see,. u
Though weary months have sped,
Since plying lips, bent over ine,
And whispered he is dead-mother,
'Tis dreadful to be dead, q
do not mean Tor one Hke'me; ="
So weary worn, and weak
Deaths shadowy paleness seems to be,
Even now upon my cheek, k,-even now
On form, and brow, and cheek -.-
But.for bright winged bird like him
To hush. his joyous song
And prisonedain coffin dim,
lain .dua thss palo ,hsu f.,f,y cfrop ~-p,v h,r
To join the grizzlng throng- - -
Oh! mother can scarcely bear,
To think of this to-day,
1t was SO exquisitely fair
That little form Of elay-Iny heart s-t.,
Still fingers by this CLAY. -
And when for one, loved far far more
Come thickly gathering clouds, T.. ''
Ny cloud Of faith is clouded DER 3,
think beneath my faars-sweet friend, aj
: My heavy weight of fears .st
Oh: but to feel thy fond arms twine,
Around me once again! . '.s-" 'a-.5s'
1t seems almost those lips Of thine 9
Might kiss away the pain--might seoths,
This duh, cold, heavy pain. .. ,..E...
But gentle mother, through life's storms,
For helpless SEC covering We II little torms,
Cling srussingly to me--poor babes
To have no guide bat-me.
With weary feet and broken wing, p"
With bleeding heart, and sore
Thy dove looks backward snsrowihg Is Z
But seeks the ark no more--thy breast
Seeks never--neyer more. A.. -3
Sweet mother for thy wanderer pray, t-.'-
That loftier faith be given, tt&
Her broken reeds all swept away, r. j
That she may lean on heaven, her heart
Grow strong, in Christ and Heaven. r,
Once when young hopes, fresh morning dew,
Lay sparkling on my breast, ~ 81
My bounding heart, thought but to dol "a:
To work at Heavens behest-my pains
Came at the same bchest.
All fearfully--aIl tearfuly, 4
Alone and sorrowing, ts e.
My dim eye lifted to the sky,
Fast to the cross cling, Oh! Christ
To thy dear cross, cling.
-"Tommy," said young lady IN Wasl
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