Daily Davenport Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1864-1874, 1868-05-16
DAILY DEMOCRAT.
DEATH OF Al ONLY SOW.


The following beautiful lines were writ
ten in 1887, On the death Of the emily
son Of Hon. VIM D. Conway, once
Secretary Of the Territory Of Iowa. They
we're written by the father himself, from the
agony Of his heart. Many Of our old set
tiers, whs knew him well, will be glad to
zee these lines once more - We reproduce
them from the Ioea Sun Of February 22d,
1870:
All this 10 death IL realize it nov.
Nv son, thy earthly pilgrimage is DER,
How pale thy caeek = how eold thy manly brow;
Pale-cold a. marble .-nsver-asvsr more
Upon this side Of that dim, misty shore,
which ssperates eteRnity from time,
Shall We rejoice NJ soa, . hsrsseiofv:
Death sealed thy destiny without crime.
Mysterious dsath ssers, sbsoluts. sublime
Ia death there il sublimity. indeed,
when his cold n asp and Innocence unite,
When the unsullied soul, with 0osutlses speed,
Soars 10 the regions Of celestial light,
What awful splendor bursts upon the sight,
splender BY which cen angels must be swed.
When Heavens high portals opens to invite
The sinless soul returning from abroad,
TO share the rich bestitudes Of God.
This is thy glorious destiny my sen,
And wherefore should murmur or repine.
Father in Heavenly Holy will be done,.
l am thy creaiure-"Not my will but thine"
Thy wisdom, power and goodness are divine
Aud infinite, and thy DEGREES are just
Chastise s.but not In fury" me and mine,
In Thee. with humble confidence We trust.
whether in youth or age We sink into the dust.
al am the resurrection and the lfe,''
SAYS CHRIST. who is 'the truth-ths life-ths
way"
It's this belief must bear US through the strife,
And stormy conflicts Of this little day
OF ear tn Northumberland men may say,
but their philosophy 10 full Of gloom,)
When man returns again "to kindred clay"
He sinks TO sleep eterual.-Awful doom
II this be true, then hell 10 in the tomb
IT'S false prophecy Or whence 10 this
"This longing after Immortality /" this love
or friends departed beisgs that We miss.
Those who on earth have ceased 70 live end
move!
It's false, nv son. We shall meet -and rove
Together Ger The 6ow'ry Alps Of Heaven;
This 10 my hope (which reason don reprevss
my errors pardsned and my sins forgivsn),
without this hope my heart were desolsts and
riven.
I would that thou hadst lived to bear my name,
Twas bright visien-But fitted BY.
AID thou art happy Whist 10 earthly fames
Lot those who've heard this noisy trump pro-
claim,
These who have loved ito intonation bests ~
II thou had'st lived, would glory or would
shame,
Have been thy portion s-"Doubt and darkness
rest
On all our earthly hopes dignsm esJustum ct.
IT'S idle now TO speculate 'tis vain
70 dream Of what the future might have been,
Earth he's its aesting joys and real pain.
To gld and sadden iifes eventual scene
But Heaven 10 ell felicity, serene
Aud tranquil, IS the Crest Eternal Mine;
"No heart conceivea, no earthly heart he'd seer"
What goodness ln6nite has there combin'd.
70 bless the innocent and pure Of human kind.
It's vain to speculats-My partial eve
Saw every manly virtue, in the germ
Which dsatn had blghtsd-ffank sincerity,
Decision, stern, inHexible and firm
Had heaven protractsd life's uncertain term,
Whose earthly tenure 10 forever broke,
Tho concsde that man 10 but worm,
A man thy budding promise bespoke,
Unbending As thy native mountain oak.
A long "a last farewell. For We must part,
Thy grave 10 ready, and thy toilets done
think am resigned But still my heart
Clings-fondly cings, too thee-mv soul-my
son,
fsrewell again my lovely little one;
Tho bowling storms and tsmpssts macly rave
Above thy resting plrce. drear and alone.
And lofty pines their gloomy branches wave,
Still it will soothe my soul TO linger near thy
grave.