Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1871-04-16
" OUR TREASURE. -


DAN ABLE GREES-AGED EIGHT MONTHS.
TO CAPTAIN NAT. AND MRS. LIZZIE GREEN
The summer sun shone gloriousIy,
AHd breath Of flowers was on the air:
Deep shadows fell from lofty trees
That nodded in the swaytng breezs,
Cast gratefully on landscape fair.
The very earth was drunk with Joy,
The skies were decksd with orient hues,
All being pulsed with wild delight,
And rose to seek heavens far-cf hight:
The sun made diamonds Of the de rs.
Amid this wealth Of song and bliss,
With look OF angel purity,
And form more perfect than the art
Of sculptor could to stone impart,
(Oh, could we else than thankful bel
There came a beng to our home
He must have stOl'n from Paradise
We Iaised our souls in grateful praise,
And, trembling. hymned loves lays,
Meanwhile we gazed in glad surprise.
Oh, how we loved; God only knows;
We ne'sr can speak our heartfelt }ay.
Did we our hearts sincerely LIT
To God for this, His perfect gift;
Our darling fair-hairsd boy,
Our precious cheIub boy?
The autumn tOyed with summer tints,
And russet hues bedecked the wood;
While luscious fruit, from pendant boughs
The gift OF Springs sweet trysting VOWS,
Gave promise rich of coming good.
ON slvery feet the hours tripped by;
sad Autumn died in Winters arms,
And stole the wild flowers nom the nook,
And clothed the earth In brUnal charms.
And still our darling grew more dear
He was the very soul OF love;
His dainty ways, his winsOme smile,
Did many an hour Of care beguile,
And lift our souls, this life above.
We called him ours All, we forgot
lie was to US a being Isas;
And, IS his soul looked out, we caught
Bright gltmpses of a future, fraught
With hope, and triumph sweetly blent
AIasi alasI as winter wind
Swept on the lsafiets from the eopss,
The storm passed by, With icy breath,
Our darling lay asleep in death;
The holocaust OF AL our hopes,
Our fond, our cherished hopesl
The violet eyes for aye were closed,
The rosy lips forever sealed;
Across the breast the waxen hands
Lay bound IN Deaths relentles bands!
On, could our sOrrowing hearts be healed,
Our breaking hearts be healed9
We miss thee, darling, everyWhere,
The very earth is wrapped In gloom;
We would look up resignedly,
Through darkness deep, to heaven and thee
But where we look we see thy tomb;
But thou hast passed its portals dark,
And now, mid fields OF Paradise,
Thou rOam'st beside the shining ones,
Thy harp attuned to heavens sweet tones
While untold glorles meet thine eyes.
Yes; thou art goneI And we shall come
To Join with thee in sersph lays
Our voyage swept by LIES rude blast
Shall safely end in bliss at last;
Our mourning change to songs Of praise.
Then meekIy, Father, would we bow
To this. Thy viii, though clouds shut out
That perfect vision, which, ere long,
with Thee. amid the ransomed throng,
Shall chase away all fear and doubt.
Our hand take then, and lead "a on
TIL we shall know as we are KNOWN
TIL we shall see IS we are seem
No darkened veil to Intervene
Tween us and Thy supernal throne.
on, let US list Thy words OF love,
Ny children, WhereiOre wit thou WeepG
Look upi look Epl mid tears rejoice;
Heed then thy Fathers gentle voice,
"I give to my beloved sleep"
SALLY ROCHESTER FORD.
MEMPHIS, March, ISL.