Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1862-07-09
GWOttester Daily SPY

GNotttster Daily SPY
For the Worcester Daily Spy.
Lines on the Death of R, R. u.
Almost year since Richard died
And with his kindred side by side.
Slept calmly in his grave!
Yet Time has not assuaged our grief.
Or brought 70 memory relief;
Although the green boughs wave
More freshly DER his place of rest
Now, than when on his mothers breast
He mildly sank away,
Without wish to stay -
Like one, who, tired of travel, filings
His burden down and seeks repose,-
Such as a bird with folded wings,
When the rude wintry tempest blows,
Finds in some quiet sheltered spot,
Where safe from danger, she fears not
The wind and rain, but waits to see
The sun again shine brilliantly
So in his grave our brother waits
The hour when he shall rise,
And with his happy kindred mates
Ascend the glorious skies
Almost year! twas near the time
When summer days have passed their prime,
And the great trees begin
To doff their lovely emerald sheen,
Tinting with crimson hue, their green
Bright garments in the SUM-
Which slow declining in the west,
Like Joseph's many colored vest,
Makes all the woods appear,
When autumn, like a rosy maid
First steps beneath the leafy shade
Blushing with love and fear.
1t was too sad that he should fade
Before single leaf could fall
And slumber in the silent glade
Meath the outrageous pail!
If he had died when all the fair
And beauteous forms of summer went,
We had not felt such wild despair,
Or such unsolaced discomfort
But sweet to him We're natures charms,
And they were sweetest when lie died.
He would have clasped her in his arms,
AS fondly as cherished bride,
But death forbade the marriage rite,
And closing in eternal night,
His dear, familiar eyes,
So that, except in realms above,
They never more can rise!
Oh, he was worthy of the best
And purest love that earth can give.
He seemed more precious than the rest,
And more we longed that he might live
His form was cast in faultless mould
Fit for heart that meier was cold
His motions all were made of grace,
And soft the smile that lit his face;
His voice had music int-no bird
Sang sweeter than his lightest word;
His thoughts were ever good and kind,
70 others failings he was blind,
Though few he had that were his own;
No gentler spirit e'er was known
No warmer rests beneath the sod,
And waits the summons of its God.
He was his mothers youngest son,
Her JOY, her treasure, her delight
OF all her boys, the dearest one,
Forever blessed in her sight.
She prayed for him when he was where
He could not hear her constant prayer;
And when at length 10 her he came,
Came home, but only came to die,
Her prayers to heaven were still the same;
Not all the wealth OF worlds could buy
The deep affectonjwhich she bore
For that long loved, that dying child:
And she was oft by hope beguiled
When he could hardly murmur more,
When but one word his lips could say,
Since "mother'' only was that word,
When by her fervent love was stirred
His sDi;it nra II pacsa6
Alas! for us whom he las left
So sad, so lonely, so bereft!
Alas forher to whom he gave
The fondest love that man can feel!
Her only solace now to kneel
And weep above his early grave.
Son, brother, lover, lie has past
Away forever from our sight
Like one who takes a distant fight
Into the clouds above us cast!
Clouds dark with grief upon the side
That meets our upturned eyes below,
While on the farther surface glow
The light OF heavens immortal tide
Which has no refluence in its flow
But onward bears the shining ones
Into the very source of suns
The Lord of Lord and King of Kings,
Who hung the universe on high,
But mindful of the humblest things.
viii hear His people when they cry,
Hear us, oh merctul and just,
Thus mourning for our brother dead,
And DER his dear, lameLted dust
Thy sottest dews of solace she'd
So that the souls OF those who mourn
May find their grief more lightly borne,
And, patient in their sorrow, say,
"'Twas God who gave and took away.''