Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1872-01-04
H0mesIck i'm Heaven.
DR.. HOLMES NEW PoEM.

Go seek thine earth-born sisters,-thus the Voice
That all obey,-the sad and silent three;
These only, while the hosts of heaven rejo ce,
Smile never, ask them what their sorrows be:
And when the secrss of their griefs they tell,
Look on them with thy mild. half-human eyes:
FAY what thou vast on earth; thou knowest
well
So shall they cease from u1availing signs.
Why thus spart-the swift-winged herald
spake,-
Sit ye with silent lips and unstrung Tyres
While the trisagion' lending chorals wake
In shouts OF joy from all the heavenly choirs
-Chide not thy sisters,-thus the answer came !;
Children Of earth, our half-weaL ed nature
clings
To earth's fond memories, and her whispered
name
Untunes our quiveriDg lips, our saddened
strings
For there we loved, aud where We love is home
Hon,s that our feet may leave, but not our
heats,
Though DER us shine the jasper lighted dome:
The chain may lengthen, but itnever partsI
Sometimes sunit sphere comes rolling By,
And then we softly whisper,-Can it be
And leaning toward the silvery orb, We try
To hear the music of its murmuring sea;
To catch, rsrchance, some flashing glimpse Of
Or breathe some wildwood fragrance. waited
through
The opening gates of pearl, that fold betwe
The binding splendors and the changeless
blue.
Nay, sister, nay single falling leaf
Plucked from the bough OF y0n twelve-fIuited
tree,
Would soothe such anguish, deeper stabbing
grief
Has pierced thy throbbiHg heart
All, woe is met
I fr IN ny clingiDg babe was rudely torn;
His tender lips loveless bosom pressed
Can I forget him in my life newborn
Oh that my darling lay upon my breast!
And thou -
1 WAS a far and youthful bride,
The kis, cf love still burns upon my cheek,
He u hom worshipped, ever at my side,
Min through the spirit realm in vain I seek.
Sweet faces tu n their beaming eyes on mine;
Ali rot in these the wisbed-For look I read;
Still for that one dear human smile pine;
Thou aud none other is the lovers creed.
And whence thy sadness in a world of bliss
Where never parting comes, TOT mourner's
tear
Art thou, too dreaming Of a mortaps kiss
Amid the seraphs of the heavenly sphere?
Nay, tax not me with PASSIONS wasting fire;
When the swift message set my spirit free,
81 M, helpless, lone, I left my gray-haired sire
My friends we're many, he had none save me.
lift him, orphaned in the Ftarless night
Alas for him no cheerful mornings dawn!
1 wear the ransomed spirits robe of white,
Yet still hear him moaning, She is gone
-Ye know me not. sweet siste1s?-AI in vain
Ye sees your lost ones in the shapes they wore
The flower once opened may not bud again,
The fruit once fallen finds the stem more.
Child, lovsF. sire,-yea, all thirgs loved be'ow,-
Fair pictures damasl ed on a vap RS fola-
Fade like the roseate flush, the golden 81 W,
When the bright curtain of the day is rolled.
I was the babe that s1ums cred on thy breast
And, sister, mine the lips that called thee
br de,
Mine were the silvered locks Hyband caressed,
That faithful hand, my faIeTing footsteps
guide!
Each char ging form, fraiI vesture of decay,
The soul unolad f,rgets * once hath worn,
Stained with the travel of the weary day,
And shamed with rents from every wayside
thorn.
To lie, an infant, in thy fond embrace,
To come with loves warm kisses back to dtee-
To sbew thine eyes thy gray haired fathers face,
Not Heaven itself could graz; this may rot
bel
Then spread your folded wings, and leave to
Farth
The dust once breathing ye heve mourned so
long,
Til Love, new risen, owns his heavenly 5rth,
And sorrow discords sweeten into song!
January atlantic.