The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1871-09-01
rTho following beautiful lines by the

GThe following beautiful lines by the
| gifted Mrs. L., VIRGINIA FRENCH, on
the death of Miss EMMIE LU HATCHER,
the beautiful angel daughter of JOHN
E. HATCHER, ofethes Coauier-Jo Journal,
will be read by those who knew and
loved the yonng lady even as the poet
ess loyed her. Miss HATCHER was born
and buried in this vicinity, and no
more lovely form is covered by the
green grass aud beautiful flowers of our
sunny land: EDS. HERALD.
LAID AWAY.
inscribed to the memory of EMMIE LU
HATCHER, only child of Mary F., and John E.
Hatcher, Of Louisville, KY, who died on the
9th of June, ISL
TMRs. L. VIRGINIA FRENCH.
Sweet day that sank ere sunsets light
SWeet song that failed for sweetness
Sweet soul that rose beyond your sight
To battle in heavens completeness"
We dream of her only as radiant and rare,
With the charm Of the spring-time in spirit
and air;
The gladness of sunlight on emerald hills,
The laughter and music of murmuring rills;
The roses rich dew and its breathings of balm,
me uteps VI the SKY. WIN tQelr heavenly cdlmt
Al! freshness and fragrance in morning SO rife,
Bring back the soft bloom of that l0yeliest life,
Which to us made summer so gladstone and
gay
But we've laid it in sorrow and silence away.
Wcdream of our treasure. We thought we
held fast "a ~
This bright bird of Eden. swift journeyins
But she has flown like the lark through the am
bient air,
While the. star of the dawning shone pearly
In t fe9 1n Of lifes morning when earth was
all bright 1ri
With the roseate glories oflove and delight,
She took the swift wings' which the sera-
him wear, ~ .r- d
Uprising afar on the breathings ofrrayer,
Leaving only casket of delicate clay,
Which we buried in sorrow and silence away.
We looked on the form-'twas an exquisite
From which the young soul had Departed. All,
well:
Is there death in that smile. with its radiance
Is there death in the CLEAN of this golden
This form. still and beautiful, can it be dead.
That the Psyche which frightened its beauty is
That the angels have followed with tenderest
care
And taken the spirit to Paradise, where
They Will Shrine 1t forever from blight and de-
Have they borne it to heaven and laid il away?
She is safe. In the beautiful amaranth bow
ers
No tempter is hidden in lily-white flowers;
No aspic sin.serpent coils coldly beneath,
Hiding death, swift and subtle. in garland
and wreath
No care rack is there, with lis torturing
strain
No Borgian wine we've commended to drain
With lips pale with anguish-the feverish
Bewildered and dazed with its burden of pain,
Nay, afar in the realms of Eternity's Day
She is blessed. The good angels have laid her
away.
Where never on flowers the upas dew fall
all"
No he art-hunger enters to poison and bring
Despair, the dark vampire, with deadhest
But like ISLANDS of BALM in far tropical seas,
Where the waves murmur anthems DER cora
line keys,
Is the land where she sleeps. Very softly she
While Peace guards her slumber and watch
fully keeps
Love has shrouded our darling and laid her
away.
She has gone in life's morning; but still she is
ours;
In her spring time of beauty, SO like to a flow
er's,
She rises before us in fair, girlish grace.
With the wild flower charm on her winsOmest
face;
From the sweet, si1less eyes of some bcauti-
full child
Breaks up the delight of her own when she
smiled,
Her brow and her check in their delicate hue,
And her voice like the sOng-bird'S far up in
the blue
A living tomb covers her memory to-day
In the dust of our hearts we have laid her away.
FOREST HOME, August, lS71.