Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1870-03-17

With tears Of rage.are dim
The memory OF my mothers wrongs
Hath crushed out love for hin,!" 80
stei.-"O brother, quell this angry mood.
When i review her life,
I think-Tm but the drunkard's child
She was the drunkard's a0ite!
My sorrows cannot equal hers
Like her I'll msekly bear
And daily to my mothers God,
For him present my prayer"
rotter.-"I cannot pray, and there is left
No ground for faith or hope;
For heaven disdains to bless the hand
That lifts the.damning cup:
And if it were not so, on as
For prayer he has no claim,
For he hath filled our lives with grief,
With poverty and shame
The past is dark-a fearful cloud
Upon the future lies
Ii still we link our fate to biz,
That cloud will never rise.
A drunken father 1T is not SO
A father we have not
o, my proud spirit wildly spurns
The soul-degrading thought!'
ster. peace brother, peace this must not be
Such words must not be said
Such tumult never filed the heart
OF the now sainted dead
o list to me, while repeat
What you can na'er forget:
And you shall own, with all his faults,
He Is our father yet.
Just ere our mother passed away
Into the spirit land, .--..t
knelt, while on my head she laid,
Her cold and trembling hand
And deep within my heart is writ
Each word she uttered then,
AS sentence on the solid rock
Is graved with iron pen
With feeble voice and quivering lip,
She spoke of years gone by,
OF early love, and joy, and peace
Her mornings cloudless sky.
And as she pictured him who then
Made her happy bride,
Upon her faded cheek arose
The flush of woman's pride
She spoke of after years of bliss
Ofblss without alloy;
And long she dwelt upon the love
he. bore his darling boy;
And fervently she prayed that all
That love might be returned
That ne'er the fether, by his son,
Iu'dsgkest hour be spuroed
Though following years Of lpain and woe
Her thoughts seemed not alive;
And silence showed how heartily
The Christian could forgivel
No memory of countless wrongs
Disturbed her peaceful breath
The lips that murmured not in life,
Spoke no reproach in death.
But passing all her sorrows by,
In self forgetfulness,
As through her life, in death she sought
Her family to bless;
And with that hope which ever dwells
In woman's trusting heart,
She made each cloud Of future i'll
Seem ready to depart.
Her living faith, with eye undimned
Our father could behold,
Restored-to be again to us
All that he was of old;
And, with unselhsh JOY, she gael
Upon the vision fair,
OF bliss her children should partake,
In which she must not share.
Twas then, with deepest tenderness,
... A solemn charge she gave,
That i should meier depart from him
Her spirit yearned to save;
Nor cease my daily prayer for him
However by Gin defled-
The husband of her deathless love
The father OF her child ..
o how the tones of that sweet voice
Went thrilling through my soul
And swept each chord of sympathy,
With unrestrained control
promised-and her gentle hand
Grew heavy on my head
Her spirit bore my vow to God r. ..
And l was with the dead !''
rother. Dear sister, we 1CiH turn again
That cot is Heavens gate
Our father yet shall be redeemed
Like her, Wen toll and wait.
But first Wen seek her grave, and pray
Above that hallowed sod,
For love, and faith, and hope like hers
Then trust our Mothers God 70
G.. d. W.