The Lincoln County herald., 1871-08-03
Dead.

OOly mOtHov, WuOee iittiS Ouoo oro
sitting with wondev ovev thoir faces and
in theis faces ana in their hearts--too
young, as yet, to realize the measure OF
their loss; sorrow new and strange,
silencing the merriment upon their lips,
and quieting their boisterous steps.
She has been to them mother in deed
and in truth. She has not left them to
the care of hirelings; nor have they ever,
until now, beon shut from the safe shelter
Of her breast. Daily have her hands
administered to their necessities. And
nightly has she heard their snow l lay
me :" and, after the good night kisses, she
has gone to her own still room, and,
kueelng, prayed for them.
Now, deep must be her slumber, for not
even at the cry Of her children do the pale
lids and silent lips unclose.
Deaf to all their calling, and deaf, too,
to the low, smothered, accusings Of him,
who, God forgive him has not been the
tenderest of husbands.
He and his children have been her joy,
her world, her very life. This he knows.
She has lived in, and through, and for
them, and now--she is dead.
She was the sweetheart of his youth,
and the pride of his manhood but years
ago her face lost somewhat its rosy fresh.
ness, and the cares Of wifchood and moth.
crhood had written dark circles about the
eyes that won him, and heavy lines across
the patient brow whereon his lover kissos
wcro, and he had grown to thinking other
faces fairer, and other voices sweetor, be.
cause fuller of merriment and song.
He is thinking Of all this now, sitting
by the coffin, and looking through re-
morsefal tears upon the face, that, pas
sionless and cold, seems faircr and sweeter
and dearer no,o than all the world beside
and over her bosom, that never will rist
or fall again with the beating Of her heavy
heart, his tears are falling, and his hanc
is hot in hers ;lbut she is blind, and deaf
and dumb, and repentance and apprecia
ton have come, alas, too late
Dead
Only q child. A fair haired, happ.
child, that was glad because Of the eun
shine of summer, and the SHOWS Of winter
glad and happy always: :.
Playing amid tho blossoms, laughinl
low aud lightly to the music Of birds, an'
reaching for the sunshine that made tn
glad earth golden, it hcard-who will
ever know what? Perchance word,
whisper, o How Of raiment loosing fror
it's folds the sweets of blossoms immortal
., or saw the bending Of brows, the bee
Of hands celestial, and the barred bosor
: OF . scraph, whose lips were holding 70
it tho kiss Of greeting, and tho lullab
> Of love.
And SO, with life that needeth not I
sspe:ass Sssa' 81 ts"".eass from 1s'G
!. has zone, with the lilies of innocenc
t folded WHITLEY in its soul, where it sha
1 know the ccstacies Of freedom in world
D whose name is Legion, and We may say
Q is-dead!
= There will be dearth of beauty and {
IS Joy in the home, and in the hearts ths
g to night in tho lowerland are write
, "childless |" There will be bitter crit
" for sound Of feet whose patter is sweet
q the "golden stairs and dumb desPs
:, will write itself in voiceful lines over III
u that hunger and thirst for kisses who
u clinging will quicken their pulses neve
j. more this side the home eterna. Al
" yet
- Th ere arc no dead! Weheap above white bosoI
Tho clay of valleys, or tho seaside sands
- And violcts twinc, or pale anemone blossoms,
, To their resting with our trembling han'
'" But oh aJopc us the brows immortal,
re The DEAR sweet eyes that loved and love us sti
ID And, far beyond tho shadow Of Deaths portal
,e| Loves own fair land will Loves own drea
iful6l.