The Portage County Democrat. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1863-07-01
The ReautisuI Dead.

Though striving, "in faith believing to
bow to the behests of Providence, how can we but
grieve when the young and beautiful the lovely and
the gifted are snatched away, more to be by
mortal eye-when the gift of genius is exhaed from
earthly dross, to mingle in the purer spiritual
istence Of the bright empyrean. -
sWhom the gods love, die young"
Th. re may be truth, there certainly is solemnity
and beauty in this ancient apothegm.
How blessings brighten they take their flight ~
This is not more poetical than true. How little
recked we, when he yet in midst, of the
beauty of mind and dawniDg genius of Eddie Day,
while he yet with But how did the death-bed
scenes of the young and patient sufferer swell into
suhlimity in the radiance of that trusting faith which
iilumed his pathway to the gate of Heaven. When
in the agony of dssolving nature, all efforts to ad
minister relief failed and all hope of earthly life had
fed he fell back upon simple faith. begging the
row-stricken not TO weep, excaiming," Ny trust is
in God 1 can trust Him, will trust Him !" how
could those of adult years but feel humiiatdd, as
we'll as strengthened and comforted, in that child
presence, presence beautifed by angelic rapture.
We have been led to these reflections by the acci-
dental falling into our hands of COPY OF the Clean
er, Published in Lee, Berkshire County, MassachI
sets in which we find the following lines, the pro-
duction of Eddie Day year ago. On beautiful
day last Summer, with small select party, Eddie
in 80 the hill ouutry of Northern berkshire, on
of those elevations from which the sweep of the
eye can take in the loyeliest landscape of hill and
daIe of LAX elet and mountain, anywhere to be found
In the calm serenity of the scene, away and above
the hurrying tumult and vexing cares of the world,
the beauties nature, ard the wonders and glories
of creative power caused the hearts of all TO swell
with unusual emotion, and ELECTED reflections and
remarks corresponding to the hour Eddie seemed
thoughtful, and wrapped in contemplation. He wan
dered away alone, short distance from the little
party, but returned, and repeated to his father
the following lnes the inspiration of the hour, the
product of his excite d, poetic sensibility. Some
Eastern friend of the ia miy has caused them to be
inserted in the Cleaner, and here subjoin them,
as we and them in the columns of that paper.
From Re Lee tMass.) Cleaner
A SKETCH.
The following beautiful lines were composed inn
prompIu, by the son of Judge Day, of Ohio, lad Of
some IL years of age, white visiting, pleasant
day. last Summer, one of those lovely scenes ir
Lanesboro, that command the Wiley of the Upper
Housatonic, he young poet has since gone to hi.
rest-t Ed. Gleaner.l
There is beautiful scene not far away,
On The Berk shire hills, in Il hazy da:;
First the old rocks in grandeur rise,
Then the mountains that reach the skies,
And gushing from each shady nook,
Is heard the babbling of the brook,
Leaping forth in joyful glee,
And winding its way to the ep blue sea;
Other sounds doth break the spell,
And mlnSling in soft cadence low,
As sweetest music's gentle flow, s
Comes the low and mellow swell
OF the distant village bell,
That too, coming in joyful glee, .Hs
And rolling down to the deep blue sea.
What a precious memento this, of child lost It
earth, but safely garnered in Heaven. How doe
death change, II not the relations, the positions
parent and chiIdthe latter assuming angelic proper
tions, and becoming, it is consong to think, thu
careful, tender, loving guardian of a cherished pa
rents daily walk. In the beautiful lines of JohI
Quincy adams to parent who had lost children:
| ger thee with looks of love they bend,
-t. For thee the LORD of life impiore; a '
And oft from saDted bliss descend, t.s.
Thy wonted quiet to restore. ~
Oft, in the stiffness of the night 4r.1 81, ea#
They smooth the pillow for thy bed;
on, till the morns retur rDiHg light, i--.' .
Still watchful hover DER thy head. rs s.
| HarkI in such strains as saints employ,
| They whisper to thy bosom, Peace; Ft asi /
Calm the perturbed heart to joy,. . dr.
| And bid the streaming sorrow cease.
| Then dry, h snceforth, the bitter tear,
| Their part and thine inverted see: 1855 f.
| Thou vert their guardian angel here, e
| Thy guardian angels now to thee.
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