The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1872-01-19
81 From the January Atlantic.
DIR. HOLMES NEW POEM.
HOmesick In Heaven.

GO seek thy earth born sisters-thus the Voice
That all oDey-the sad and silent three;
These only, while the hosts OF Heaven rejoice,
Smile never; ask them what their sorrows be-
And when the secrets of their grief they tell,
Look on them with thy mild, half human eyes
small small tbe% IheT csase ws ~ rom unasans sisSs
why thus, apart-the swift-wineed herald spake-
While tte trlsagion' s blending chords wake
In shouts of Joy from all the heavenly choirsf
ChIde not thy ssters-thus the answer came;
Children Of earth, our half-weaned nature
To earth7s fond memories and er,swhis pered
Untunes our quivering lips. our saddened
strings;
For there We loved, and where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our
Though O 'er us shine the jasper-lighted dome
I The chain may lensthen, but 1t never parts.
Sometimes sunlit sphere comes rolling by,
And then we softly whisper: Can it be.
And leaning toward the slvery orb We try
To hear the music of life's murmuring sea;
To catch, perchance, some flashing glimpse of
Or breathe some wildwood fragrance, waited
through
The binding splendors and the changeless blue
Nav, sister, nay, single railing ieal
Picked nom the bough of yon twelve-ffuited
Would soothe such anguish-deeper stabbing
HAS pierced thy throbbing heart
All, woe is me!
I from my clinging babe was rudely torn;
His tender lips a Ioveess bosom pressed;
Can forget him in my life newborn:
Oh. that my darling lay upon my breast!
And thoue
Twas a fair and youthful bride,
The kiss OF love still burns upon my cheek,
He whom worshpped ever at my side,
Him through the spirit realm vainly SEEK
Sweet faces turn their beamine eyes on mine;
All! not in these the wished-for look read;
Still for that one dear human smile plnei
Thou and none other! is the lovers creed.
And whence thy sadness in a world of bliss,
Where never parting comes, nor mourners
Art thou too dreaming of a mortal's s kiss
Amid the seraphs of the heavenly sphere:
Nay, tax not me with passions wasting fire;
When the swift message set my spirit free,
Blind helpless alone / left my gray-haired sire;
Ny friends were many, he had none save me.
left him, orphaned, in the starless night;
Alas for him no cheerful mornings 5 dawn!
wear the ransomed spirits robe OF White,
Yet still hear him moaning, She Is gone!
-fe Know me not, SWeet.sfS All III Naii
b. We seek your lost ones in the shapes they wore,
The flower once opened may not bud again,
the fruit once fallen finds the stem no more.
Child lover, sire-yea, all things loved below;
Fair pictures danasked on a vapOr's fold
Fade ike the roseate flush, the golden glow,
When the bright curtain of the day Is rolled.
WAS the babe that slumbercd on thy breast.
And sister mine. the lips that called thee
bride; .
Mine were the silvered locks thy hand caressed.
That faithful hand my falterinS footsteps
guidei
Each changing form, frail vesture of decay,
The soul unclad forgets Il once hath worn,
stained with the travel of the weary day,
And shamed with rents from every wayslde
thorn.
To lie an infant in thy fond embraco-
To come with loves warm kisses bacs TO thee,
To shew thine eyes thy gray-haired father S face,
Not heaven itself could grant; this may not De.
Then spread your folded wings, and leave TO earth
!. The dust once breathing ye have mourned SO
long,
TIL love new risen, owns his heavenly birth.
And sorrows discords sweeten into song!