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

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It is calm, quiet autuwnal eve. The
wind is perfectly motionless, save now
and then gentle breeze which fans with
fain: and timid sympstiry, my burning
check aud brow. Ny acting temples
throb wildly, and all seems happiness
aud contentment, ont my poor hoart
which beats with such fearful pain with
in my troubled breast Bb you ask the
cause Of this awful, this unspeakablc an
guish which seems rcnaiius the chords Of
the soul, aud makiug il to groan beneath
its burden Z Darling is elceping and L
am alone Not uf.r hcsrt in earA,'s
.wide aud immcas',rabR espa,se paisatss
for ME, or grievcs wien sorrows mantle
is around nic,-shis noble aud loyinr
heart, deaths ley tutch hath stilled. No
arm supports my frail form aud shields
it iiom liic's howtng tempcst-that. too
lies still within his narrow h.mc. There
is no hand to clasp mine rs my weary,
tired feet continue their onward pace to
wards eternity's dim, untried ocean
those dear litlc hands that so ott en-
resscd mine, arc crossed upon tho pulse
less breast of him whose loved aud hal
lowed grave distracts my fearful gaze.
There is no eye to look foudly upon me,
bcanrng to its dark Depths with loves
tervor-.!iiey aic closed forever to earth
" vision, but to open again upon scenes
Of which tho mortal imagination in it's
height Of enthusiasm cunubt tonceiYc.
No voice now breatlies words OF thrilling
devotion which oft have made my sad
heart bound with such glorious and un-
told delight no step, Tight and joyous,
is beard from upon tue .ltteshold--his
precious little feet new tread "the other
shore )" aud | look a ound me in vain
TO tind one trace OF him whom ! bave
loved and l'st, for my darling is sweetly
sleeping, while angels move. above his
lowly couch. 1t is 50 true that wc never
know how much o! anguish the heart
eau endure until put to the fearful test.
Memory alone is left me aud that moeks
the real and only heiglltens grief by
calling forth what NIGH, 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 undimmed
by tears, near that halloRed spot, aud
watched by moonlight, beside the graves
of my two idols-my dark eyed lost ones
who repose side by side, the beautiful
evergreen and sweot-scented iessaruine.
their only sentinel My heart which
had beat so often before LIES terrific and
merciless blast, was breaking how, but /
could not weep-not one tear forced it s
way adown my cheek whereon burning
fev,r had left it's impress
Ihis cruel world Was too cold for my
darling's 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.
0 most merciful God; Thy ways arc
nightly and mysterious, and must be
just. We, poor, crriug aud 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"