Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1874-05-20
4 Mothers Sorrow.

As ihe waters roll 10 on the shore with
incessint throbs, night aud day, aud always
not alone whos storms prevail, but in calms
as wei, so Is it with a mothers heart be.
teaved Of her children. There is no grief
ike unto it--Rachel weeping for her chill.
dren and refusing to be comforted because
hey Are not With what long patience,
ahat burden and suffering does the mother
wait until the child Of her hope is placed in
her arms and under the sight Of her eyes.
She renembereth no more the anguish for
oy thn a man is born into the world
Who can read, or, ifhe saw, could utter
Inc thoughts of mother during all the
days ,nd nights in which she broods the
helpless thing. Every true mother takes
home the full meaning OF the angels word :
tha, holy thing which shall be born Of thee
sha be called the Son Of God. The mother
dos not oven whisper what she thinks, and
tht whole air is full of gentle pictures,
evry one on the background of the blue
havens.
The child grows; grows in favor of God
a1l man-and every admiring look cast
uton it, even by a stranger, sends light
aid gadness to the mothers heart. Won
dirful child The sun is brighter, for it
1he whole earth ia blessed by its presence
5rrows, pains, weariness self-denials, for
il sake are eagerly sought and delighted in.
But the days come when the little feet
are weary; when the night brings no rest ;
when the cheek is scarlet, the eye changed,
md the smile no longer knows how to shine.
All day. all night, it is the mothers watch.
Her very sleep is but a veiled waking.
JOY; the child is coming back to health
Woe; it is drifting out again, away from
Consciousness, from life here, toward the
shores beyond, where sickness and pain are
never more known. 1t is far, far out, TO-
ward twilight-toward darkness. II dis
appears
Tho mothers heart was like a heaven
while it lived now it has ascended to
Gods heaven aud the mothers heart is as
tho gloom of midnight. Wild words OF
selrreproach at length break out, as when
a frozen torrent is set loose by spring days
She that has lavished her liie-force upon
the child turns upon herself with fierce
charges of carelessness, ofunskill, ofthought
essness. She sees hundred ways in which
the child would have lived but for her Al
love is turned into self.crimination. Tear
come at length to quench the fire of purga
tory. But grief takes new shapes every
hour, till the nerve has lost its sensibility
and then she coIdly hates her unnatural anc
inhuman heart that will not feel
A child dying, dies but once; but th'
mother dies a hundred times. When the
sharpness is over, and the dullness of al
over.spent brain is passed, and she mus
take up the shuttle again and weave tn
web of daily life, pity her not that sh
must work, must join again the discordan
voices, and be forced to duties irksome AM
hateful. These all are kindly medicines
A new thought is slowly preparing. 1t
that immoyabe coDstancy and strength
which sorrow gives when it has wrought tn
divine intent.
"Now no chastenng for the present seemeth 10 b
/ Joyous but grieYOusi nevertheless, afterwards
yicldeth the peaceahlo ffuit Of Righteousness unit
them which are exercised thereby.-HEB. NIri H."