Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1865-05-25
THE REPUBLICAN.
The Dying Girls Lament.

The Dying Girls Lament.
The following, though old, is the prettiest thing
in the language:
Nsp-t I PASS away from this lovely earth,
Where The roses bloom and the birds have birth,
Ere \ single cloud in my heart has blown,
ar he n,lSic If life has lost one tonel
In The flush o youth, the spring Of feeling.
= = X-ben' life like a sunny stream is stealing
DER flowers whose hreathnes are warm and deep,
when all that win me t. earth are mine
The dearest affections around ne tNine-
In home whsre they watch l me- T hIr,sS rs.
o'er the golden hours no shadow Is thrown,
They speak TO my spirit OF Joy alone,
While no blight on the rOse-hued blossom nes-
All is song and bloom meath the summer skis
VIZ, ar night bird sings in the stf hushed hour;
There is ioy for IN the festal throng-
In the nav dance and the sparkling song.
A flush ON my cheek, light in my eye,
And my heart throbs waFnl--oh Why must die
mas, from the hour of nv clildhood's mirth.
NV place will be mourncd at my fathers hearth;
His hair ms grown white, and his eye is dim
oh who will speak Of the glad earth to hinl
Vino will pour my songs his time dulled ear,
Thsse sweet old-n lays he so loves 10 hear!
He. will sit and pine in his dwelling lone,
For am his al, and shall be gone -
And there Is another with bearer claim
1 forget DYING to breathe has name.
The cold drops stand my beaded brow
TN God must leave must leave him now!
Oh angel Of death. yet awhile delay
feel it sad thus TO pass away
= That love has enwrca.hed with his rosy light
In tn hopes and the smiles Of loneliness.
With q ar lips around. my young life 10 bless,
Oh who would not find il a hardship to die
In this beautiful world meath this bright blue sky
know that nv DAYS earth are set
Yet feel. dear one, that can not 90 yet;
Though angels n tones calling to me-
cling to rhe earth, sill waiting for thee:
Full closely are other lives linked with mine,
Too warmly their cIaspings around me twinei
They hold me . etrth. my spirit ceialn'
By their mighty love. their heart-~oyen chain,
Yet zee IS sing his last mournful lay
Nv pulse beats iow-I am RAISING away.
Yet III come again in the twilight gloom,
When the fpweTs weeping above my tomb,
When the birds in the bower the star on the stream
I'ilarcune 10 thee then like shsdswy dream.
III breathe thy lips in the winds low sigh
Ny love shall float round thee all silently
lis syirit sha dwell in trusting bowel
In the holy cain Of the midnight hour;
nd when angels stirring the whispered air.
and each Thought and wish arc turned into prayer.
IlnOw then that my spirit is lowering Nib,
Mooed by tiy love from its home in the sky.
NV breath shall dwell the woodbine's bloom,
10 speak thy heart II my early doom
I'll send cut fragrance so sweet and low
from the flowers bright heart to flow,
For Their r revealed cur dream Of love,
When the blooms Frightening the boughs above.
III come when The summer grows pale,
Like bride meath the folds Of a dewy veil,
When the air with hrsiy hfsh i fraught
And the soul is bursleEed with tender thought.
In the holy throbs Of thy heart thout hes-
The light fall Of footsteps lingering
When thou kneeiest d-Nn At thy evening prayer,
/ will Lift the Of thy clustering hair.
/ will steal from thy lip the hslt-hreathed sigh,
And bear il o angel wings % the sky.
With a darkeain. shade should thy brow be cro.t,
As You thinksJ Of the loved, the early lost,
/ will kiss from tiny cheek the starting tear,
Till fh0n feei'st that thy dear is lowering near
in thy moments of gloom, thy hours If pain,
Ill whisper thy heart, an come again.