Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1874-06-06

room, where lay the dead
In shroud, and coffin, and gloom, the sol.
emn hymn and prayer,
And then the vacant bed, and empty room
And my poor silent, sobbing heart, toIling
afuneral knell,
This, and only this, the first, the last, the
aathat memory CLEANS
From all the past, in which know must
have had,
Six golden years of love; a love have not
known since then.
Some things would forget, because so joy
less and SO cold.
Some things I know, wish / had not
known.
Some scenes in life, would gladly erase.
Some memories not fragrant as Acacian
bloom.
These come on darkened wing, through all
the past:
But no sweet memories of a mothers love.
No mothers kiss know. No tender voice
I've heard.
No loving hand to clasp, or lap on which to
rest my head.
fort in distress,
No mothers knee, as altar for my child
hoods prayer.
No arms with soft embrace, enfolding me
TO rest.
The joyless years rolled on, SO drear, so
loveless, and alone, till
Boyhood's years came on, and then stood
beside her grave
In churchyard green with grass and graves,
and dark with shade
OF Ofoverhanging vines, mingling with foH-
age of trees.
The spirit hands of my hungry heart,
reached out
To touch her unseen form, to grasp the
long lost love.
The lonely heart cried ont, mother, moth
er! here's your child.
Come back to me. Come from the grave,
or let me come to thee.
The Sabaths came, and with them came my
longing heart
To that green mound for rest. To feel that
l was near her,
Nearer than at my cherries home, where
she was not.
A home without a mother, a day without
the sun;
A night without the moon or stars, 'twere
better far.
See my sad face, my spirit face within.
My weary eyes, the spiriteyes, are dim with
tears,
That have not ceased to flow, through all
the years
That's passed, since /, a boy, stood first be-
side her grave.
came, and With 1t, the love of
wifeand children dear.
love so sweet, so pure and holy, It's like
the love of angels.
And yet the heart, like a well planned
house, has many rooms for love.
A room for each, each room a temple for
the love, diyinely worshiped there.
A fathers room, mothers shrine, the
wife's abode, the children's home.
And rooms for other guests. as God mas
planned, and placed them there.
some hearts are full. Each shrine its
guest, no vacant rooms.
Aad some are empty all, save one large
room for self.
rhe love of self, and only self, absorbing
all the rest.
IN my heart-home all rooms were filled
with guests, but one,
And that my mothers; yes my mothers
vacant room.
some rooms once filled, are vacant now,
the loved oaes gone;
And naught is Left, but image ON the wall,
and fragrance sweet,
through all the air, lika odors
from.some spicy shore,
Dr. angel breath from heavenly lands, so
pure, so sweet,
IN which my memory feeds. and lives,
from day to day.
II mothers room, no image likeness on
the wall is seen,
70 footprints. or gentle voice, or whisper
ing echo heard.
10 fragrance other presence left, on which
the hungry heart can feed.
70 odorous breath I'm that lone room, no
incense sweet;
Alas q mothers love never knew.
md now the sun of life is rounding to-
wards the west.
md when its golden rays shall fade away,
brighter beams beyond
hall bear my weary heart to rest, and in
that rest
lie who made my heart for love, shall fill
upevery room.
md seal the loved ones there forevermore.
here is no God given love. vouchsafed to
iAortals here.
4 taken away, ere the cup was pressed to
thirting lips
1t his command, that shall not be re- |
stored again.
restored by Him, for GOD, our God, is q God
of love.
les / claim the heritage OF mothers love /
inheaven.
hat empty room, thatvacant place with
in my heart,
his life long yearning for mothers love,
shall find
yearn and he will satisfy.
IL be a child again, and in nay mothers
arms I'll sleep.
II clasp her round the neck, and nestle on
her breast.
II lay my tired head upon her lap, and
rest.
III bow in reverence at her knees. and say
my childhoOd's prayer,
lay me down to sleep" and look up, and
see her smile so sweet,
md get my goodnight kiss, with blessings
in my heart.
rls thus I'll drink my childhood'sc cup of
lost so long ago, the golden cup of n
mothers love.
know He will keep that love laid up for
me;
ike as a child when sick denied some dain- |
ty dish.
ays, d" keep it for me mother, until 1 am
well.
cannot eat il now, III eat it then"
lou kept it for your child, will He not do
the same?
IN yes. I'll clasp her hand IN mine, and
run where Jesus is:
md tell him of my loss regained, and fall
ing at His feet, I'll say.
~Our Father, hauowed be thy name, " for
10y like this in heaven.
He knows what childhood is. He knows a
mothers love.
lie will not say like some, who read my
heart in song.
s'Tis weak, lis bat silly thing, child