Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1870-03-25
OUR e VI M A.

Yes, our little Emma was dying, the hard,
bitter truth could not be denied; death,
dark and grim was taking our darling, and
no power could stay the destroyer's hand
whose icy fingers were stretched forth to
pluck our beauteous bud Of promise; too
! rail for earth in her sweet young innocence,
she leaves US for that brighter home beyond
the skies, where her aching head will rest
on our Savior's breast and throb no more
with pain. Oh, how We watched the little
weary feet as they neared the margin of
that swelling river where the boatman pale
in his phantom bark, rowed her to that other
side where the angels met her.
Long had she fingered ON bed Of sick
ness, wasting her young life away; but oh,
so gentle, so loving, never complaining,
only asking for Papa (who was far from
his darling them would he not come home
if he knew his lite Emma was sick. she
would ask in her sweet childish way, while
her large dark eyes would look yearninglr
int ours-liltle darling, never more will
thy little arms be claspet around "Papa's"
neck, and lisp into ''Papa's" ears, Emma
loves you Papa
She had been sleeping quietly for some
hours, and only the shortening breath told
us how near lowered the ''grim messenger"
| But at midnight, strange, mystic hcur,
when the vail between The present aud the
eternal future grows thin, the change came
| over her young face; there were no CHASTITY
mprints Of death, but sublime expression,
an overshadowing presence of spiritual ma
lures, the dawning Of immortal life to The
childish soul. Oh, mothers, you can say,
who have seen that Bankruptcies, unmis-
takabie--that says To you that Your beloved
! is no longer yours. Our darling lay pant
ing on the pillow like oHe exhausted, the
dark eyes fixed as if gazing into the future
Or lnto the realms Of bliss, where her spirit
was soon to be. Oh, what said those eyes
that spoke so much OF Heaven, Earth
was almost past and earthly pain most over.
The lips moved as if she would speak, and
we bent over her to catch the last words
our Emma's last words-,hat fell in broken
accents on our ears: Tell Papa l can't
wait any longer" Then came the low
death rattle in the throat The eyes were roll
ed up and fixed, and triumphant bright.
ness swept over the beloved face that even
the wild, hearl-broken sobbing from the ag.
onized mother were checked; oh, so sol
emn, so mysteriously beautiful did she pass
from death into life everlasting. There is
no death for such as thou, darling Emma,
only fading as the gray dawn fades into
the glorious sunlight; only falling asleep to
be carried by angels to Him who hath said
"Snlltr the little ones TO come unto me, for
of such Eyes, such as our darling,) is the
kingdom of Heaven
Cross the little hands over the pulseless
heart, robe the little form in white, pure and
spoless as her young life, press down the
lids over the signifies eyes that now see
with sweet surprise that world of bliss and
wondrous beauty.
She could not wait for thee, "Papa," here,
but in that brighter world, at Heavens gate
will your darling meet you and welcome you
where all the "ranSomed sinners are" Oh,
strive to meet thy treasure there, and bask
in the light of God.
Cousin BELL.