The herald. (Smyrna, Del.) 1870-1871, 1870-11-19

We went In alone, save tho presence OF
those not TO be seen by mortal eyes. We
could not help lifting the lace from her
face, as she lay there in her departed re-
seinblsnce, and look upon the former
home of her absent spirit. This was
where she lived This iods her abode.
This WAS what she had of earth in which
to work and fit herself for the eternal
duty before us. This was the beautiful
home from which her beautiful spirit, so
full of love, light, life, and promise OF
happiness had gone on its God-bidden
ljourneying.
And this was sho--no more now than
the marble statue of the child holding =
poor lamb in her bosom, standing near
Us as we write. COld-liteless-ths worH
of power the statue knows nothing OF
| And to this we must all come. Well
God speed The day whom our work will
he done, II It bs we'll done, Ms NE try tn
have it, for then we, too, can rest, and
no more suffer and endure till life
seems such a weary. weary burthen,
but for the good wo can do to and for
others.
We found him asleep. In that tired,
nervous, weary sleep that brings not
the rest Of s~ eel repose. Drawing q
cbHir closo beside his bed, we looked at
him, and piiied him who wss 10 follow
her " no had gone 70 make Home for
him in Heaven, or the Eternal Resting
plnce, as he had made one for hsr on
earth.
Aud we looked into his heart-into his
soul. We saw rising from the agony
leaves uader which his heart WAC Quiv-
ering, words. Would yon know what
hs ssid-wh hat these words were these
thoughts which were rising like y fog to
weigh his ble~ding love into the cbssm
Of despairf We will tell you, for We saw
ti,e,n, and prayed God 10 send plying
angels With ours to give him restin hope
and heart.
AloBe-a weary hearted watcher by
the tompie from which the spirit occu
pant has gone, gous And 1 am left
alone. But not alone. Oh The weari-
nsss alrrsiy OF broken life. In her
coffin resting-in ker Home the spirit
waiting for ms Over There. But how can
1 endure this agonyf Death to me would
bring no such pain--exeeFt 10 her--
Those who are left aud who loved are
the ones to mourn for-they sre the ones
who need sympathy. NJ little home is
tom and desolate. No more her sweet
and tender love here-only the hallow
ed memory thereof to light me on the
way to her love aud to her waiting em-
brace.
1 go from room to room-shs is not
there. Everything seems so hollow,
heart e+s, full of mockery. look at her
chair--smpty. The garments she once
was CLAD in are there to remind ME OF
her. This Toom--'twss she who arranged
The furniture thus. The little articles
here which bought her--shs has left
them with me silent witnesses Of my
grief. And here on my pillow was al
ways pince for her. But now il is too
largs-too cold ftr me--like the tired,
weary heart in sadness crying TO be
gain with her united.
Her kiss-her heart-lifting look oflove
her pure, sweet, earnest, lingering kiss
of love-O! why had net niors OF them
ere slie left me3 Tho touch of her hand
the Oft time gentle pressure that told
volunrs-lhe trusting innocence she
brought to ins to keep for her, as l did no
csrefuliy-Hll-all thSse in memory; all
ttieso TO live over SsAiu in tho days to
come, as memory doth lift us with gen
tie love from the Hiire TO the sunshine
aud the fiower-bsds whereon such horos
were built aud such love made dearsr.
Alone-Aionei No more that son ca
ress, No more that glad welcome which
uid so call ns ever TO my home, and
give me rest there. No more her watch.
fui csrs-her earnest lovs-hsr words OF
cheer and beautiful love, which SO pro-
ME strong for tue -vsr-rsnewlng battles
of life, TO test our nIsitis, aud prove us
worthy or unworthy advsncsment Over
Ttere.
OF the weary days. The weary nightsi
When i toiled 1 knew she Was 81 home
waiting my coming, and how 1 FASTENED
to her love aud to our home. When.
others spoke against, she spoke for me.
When others forsook, she clung the close
or, ss do al WIN each do esrasstly love.
What recksd either for the storm out
side when we were 30 happy withins =
We we're hsSry. We were united in
soul, each bssGing in the same beautiful
sunlight ofiovs-sach drinking from the
same fountain to belief for tie future
each willing TO be led and taught, for
'hus come the lines OF dawn to mark our
morning and the Day Eternal.
And now to the labor alone. My
home 10 not here, but where the hsartis.
Ny duty 10 NO live IS TO meet her who
awaits lse, and vino will be my well
coming asgel, ere long, in that bsauti-
ful h"pis, wpsrs there Lever will coins
sad or soFro~ful Saturday Might
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