Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1870-12-03
Heart Graves.

graves with no hesdstonos, and no over
growing grass. Full OF vaults, not built
IN the shape Of DIM chapels, nor upon
green hiiIsldes, but borne about in living
charnel houses, even in beating hearts
We walk With the dead under our feet, By
our sides, and saddles, Of sll, within our
hearts. There are therein fewer graves
with stoned columns than without. tIu-
man beings have bright and idolized
hopes, bot they perish, snd are blTied
without epila7hs. They form expecia-
tions that tall IN single moment, and are
mourned for lifetime, yet with sn M
spoken Iamenianon. There are more
ashes in living beings thsn in sculPured
funeral urns. and they are pale. cold ash.
es, too. tha, lie upon living Goals Of fire,
tII The fame is smotberei and gone cold
ashes that are swept from the ruins Of
such proud, high temples as youth and
hope and young love only build. They
are heaped high over the dark ruins, and
when single ray Of sunshine falls upon
them, we smile and are happy. Oh. how
these temples have been wept for which
they have fallen How the gorgeous
castles have been mourned for when they
have crumbled. and he brilliantly ll,uml.
mated (sncie', when they have faded IN
darkness All 10 silence have these
graves been dug. Bitter tears have hal
lowed hem when the companion on the
pillow knew not that they were sled.
The sorl has prosirated i'sel in It's sad
cemetery when tie world has seen the
man or woman stand proudly erect. II
has been said that there are souls that
have no summer, but 1t i; not SO. l. win.
ter covers all. il is because the SCrlng
flowers have died, end the young hopes
perishad and been buried IN those sad,
SAD sepuchess. The burial services have
often been said when God was the only
priest. good angels the only paII.bearers
and the lore heart the only mOurner.
Brothers have made graves and sisters
/ have NOT known il. Sisters have buried
IDOLS and brothers not known they were
worshlpped. Husbands have laid away
the dead OUT OF sight of wives, and wives
made sopulca2rs which husbands have
never eeen.
No grass grows on these gr'ves-no
birds sing to them, and no flowers spread
their sweet perfume above them. The
dead lie not qule,y in them. That "IhCy
are not dead but sleeping" might truly
be written on their tombs, FOR the pale oc-
Cuponls glide in and out at ell hours Of
LIE, and resurrection is bat the signal
I for a new burial.
/ So we live, and smile, snd count our
Joys, while we cary grave in our tosoms,
and have tie dead ever for companions-
dead hopes, dead loves, dead ambitions
and desires. The heart gathers October
leaves from iis garden, and piles Them
high on It's mould OF death, but the gales
OF he drift them OF, and the iombs stand
naked and forIorn Sometimes we may
read an inscription in the dimmed eye,
and the sllvered hair, the strange lines oI
care, and the bended form but usually
each sees bat the dead Of lis own heart.
When HE morning Of The resuFrecii IN
comes TO that phantom thing, which lies
buried in human bosoms. We shall meet
within Tie gales Of the Golden CIIy, and
the vast multitude may come up purified
and made beautiful, but no longer mourn
ed.