The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1870-12-31
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A TriBTfc.
DARL1Ne's SLEEPING.


wind is perfectly motionless. save now
and then gentle breeze which fans with
fain: and timid sympathy, my burning
check aud brow. Ny acting temples
throb wildly, and all seems happiness
aud contentment, but my poor heart
which beats with such fearful ruin with
in my troubled brcast. Bt you ark the
cause of this awful, this unspeakable an
guish which seems rcnding the chords OF
the soul, aud making il TO groan beneath
its burden ? Darlipsis elcsping and L
am alone. Not one hcart III eartl,'s
wide and immc:is'trhhR espa'sc pd!satss
for NE, or grievcs when sorrow's mantle
is around nie,-his noble aud loving
heart: Deaths icy tutic hath stilled. No
arm supports my trail form aud shields
1t ilom lies howing tempcst-that. too
lies still within his narrow home. There
is no hand to clasp mine as my weary,
tired feet continue their onward pace to
wards eternity's dim, uutried occan--
those dear little hands that so Oft Gu
rcsscd mine. arc crossed upon the pulse
less breast OF him whose loved aud hal
lowed grave distracts my fearful eaxe
There is no eye to look foudly upon me,
bcanling to its dark Depths with loves
tervor-:hey are closed forever to earth
| " vision, but 10 open again upon scenes
of which the mortal imagination in it's
height of enthusiasm cunn6t concciro.
No voice now breathes words of thrilling
devotion which oft have mate my sad
hear. bound with such glorious and un-
told delight no step, light and joyous,
is beard from upon tue .lteshold--his
precious little feet new tread ''the other
shore - and L look a ound me in vain
TO tind one trace OF him whom | have
loved and lpst, for my darling is sweetly
sleeping, while angels move, 4oovc his
| lowly couch. Ii is so true that we never
know how much OF anguish the heart
can endure until put to the fearful test.
Memory alone is left me aud that mocks
the real and only heightcns grief by
calling forth what light have been:
Yes, my darling is sleeping the sleep
that knows no waking his pure spirit
has gone over the silent river, where his
loved voice echoes the triumphant shout
Of the acdcemed
] have stood with eyes andimmed
by tears, near that halIowed spot, aud
watched BY moonlight beside the graves
of my two idols-my dark eyed lost ones
who reposc side by side, the beautiful
evergreen and sweotscented jessamine,
their only sentinel My heart which
had beat SO often before lile'S terrific and
mercilcss blast, was breaking how, but
could not weep-not one tear forced it
way adown my cheek whereon burning
fev,r had left it's impress.
This cruel world was too cold for my
darlings warm and tender heart. His
little babe had been long watching his
weary tread, and now called him to her
home where sorrow no longer can dar-
ken, nor one pang disturb their. quiet
and peaceful rest.
o most merciful God Thy ways are
nightly and mysterious, and must be
| just We, poor, erriug aud n-stained
mortals, cannot, dare not, question their
omnipotent decree; but oh; prepare us
for that glorious Immortality which
shines upon those wo love-our heart
treasures upon "thc other show"
O. o.