Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1872-08-30
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DEAD

Only mother, whose little ones are sitting
with wonder over their faces and in their hearts
too young as yet, to realize the measure oil
their loss; n sorrow new and strange, silenc-
ing the merrment upon their lips, and quiet
ing their bosterous steps.
| She has been TO them a mother in deed and
in truth. She has not left them to the care OF
hrelings; nor have they ever until now, been
shut foom The safe shelter of her breast. Daily
have her hands administered to their necessi-
ties. And nightly has she heard their sNow
| lay me - and, after the goodnight kisses,
she has gone to her own still room, and, kneel-
ing, prayed for them.
| Now deep must be her slnmber, for not even
at the cry of her children do her pale lids and
silent lips uncose.
| Deaf TO all their calling. and deaf, too, TO
the low, smothered accusings of him who, God
! forgive him ! has not been the tcnderest ofhus-
| bands.
| He and bis 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 freshness, and the
cares of wifehood and motherhood had written
dark circles about the eyes that won him, and
heavy lines across the patient brow whereon
thinking other faces were fairer, and other
voices sweeter because fuller of merriment and
song. He is thinking of all this now, sitting
by the coffin, and looking through remorseful
tears upon the face that, passionless and cold,
| seems fairer and sweeter and dearer now than
all the world beside and over her bosom that
never will rise and fall again with the beating
of her heavy heart his tears are falling, and
his hand is hot in hers but she is blind, and
deaf. and dumb, and repentance and appfeeia-
ton have come, alas, too late
Only child. A fair haired, happy child
that was glad because of the sunshine Of sum
mer and the snow of winter glad and happy
always.
| Playing amid the blossoms, laughing low
and lightly 10 the music Of birds, and reaching
| for the sunshine that made the glad earth gol-
| den ii heard--wbo will ever know what
Perchance n word, a whisper, a flow Of raj
ment loosing from its fold the sweets of bios
SONS immortal, OF saw the bending of bows,
the beck of bands celestial, and the barred boz
som Of seraph whose lips were holding for II
the kiss Of greeting, and the lullaby of love.
And so, with life that needeth not 10 gather
grains of knowledge from fields of experience
in broad, green earth. u has gone with th'
lilies OF innocence folded whitley In its soul
where II shall know the ecstacies Of freedom II
worlds whose name is legion, and we may say
IL is--deadi
There will be dearih of beauty aud Of joy II
the home and In the hearts that tonight Ia tn,
Iowcriand are written s'childless ~ Their,
will be bitter cries for feet whose pntler Il
sweet on the ''golden stairs;" and dumb DIES
pair will write itself in voiceful lines over lip
that hunger and thirst for kisses whose cling
ing will quicken their pulses neyermore thi
side the home eternal.
Ard yet
There are no deadl We heap above white bios
SONS
The clay of valleys, or the seaside sands;
And violets twine, or pale anemone blossoms
To crown their resting with their trembling
hands;
Bat oh above US are the brows immortal.
The dear, sweet eyes that loved and love u
still;
And, far beyond the shadow OF deaths portal
loves own fair land will loves own dream
fulfil.