The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1877-05-17
For the C.rIzEN.l
TO AN ANGEL IN HEAVEN

Thy spirit has gone to the home of the blest,
Where Heaven its pleasures impart,
Where bliss inexpressible. fills thy glad breast,
And music doth ravisb thy heart.
The treasures of Heaven thou now dost
inherit,
Thy happiness never can cease,
In the mansions ofjoy thy glorided spirit
Doth rest in the bosom of peace.
There thou dost dwell in the land ofthy birth,
Where life is not sad with contrition,
Where hope, the bright star of mortals on
earth,
Has frightened 10 happy fruitIon.
Thy life is one scene of the happiest joy,
Each sound sweetest music conveys,
Thy spirit immortal, the time doth employ,
In chanting sweet anthems of praise.
There thou doth reign in that kingdom al rife
v it'll the beams of bright beauty az bliss,
And there thou dost drink from the rivers
of life
Sweetest draughts never relished in this.
There streams ofdelight flow past on thy way,
And wildly mirror in them
Each star upon star in eternal day,
That shines in thy bright diadem.
In that beautiful land, where saints ever
dwell,
Thy life has no grief to console,
There heavenly pleasures forever doth we'll,
Like fountains ofjoy, in thy soul
Fresh fields of enchantmenL pGre scenes OF
delight,
Are yielding the sweetest surprise,
Bright visions Of glory, they dawn on thy
sight,
And ever enrapture thine eyes.
Whenever raise my sad eyes up on high,
To my spirit ting presence is near.
And "A sweet image, like thine i'll the sky,
Seems to smile down on me here.
While thus my fond eyes are upiifted above
To view that sweet image OF thee,
voice seems to speak, like thine own voics
of love,
That made sweetest music for me.
at the close of the eve, at the dawn of the day
As | wander alone where the tide
In musical numbers flows down to the sea,
/ think thou art still by my side.
But alasl from these dreams ] am sure to
awaken,
Then my heart in deep mourning is clad.
And signs for thy presence that left me for
That has left life SO lonely and sad.
In the midst of my friends, in deep solitude,
The saddest of pleasures to view.
Is to have the past in the present renewed,
While am far distant from you.
Whenever in sorrow think of thy grave,
The sad tears of regret will arise,
And my yearniug neart Tor thy presence will
crave,
And my bosom be fl He'd with sad sighs,
While thus I'm enwrapped in the shrouds OF
deep grief,
The saddest of memories comes then,
But spirit unseen breathes the balm OF relief,
And whispers: We sha meet again"
Then Hope, the bright angel, in the heavens
appears
EncIrcling the beautiful shore,
With this bright bow of promise. that sweetly
cheers:
eye will meet and part nevermore."
As wander alone down times ebbing sands,
What rapture my bosom would fill,
To feel the warm clasp OF thy vanished hands,
land hear thy sweet voice that is still
Did my spirit have wings TO thy bosom I'd
soal,
In thy presence again to rejoice.
To feel the fond touch of those hands as of
yore,
and hear the sweet sound of that voice.
My mother. I'd rather thou my footsteps
would guide
Than all the bright heavenly host;
For while thou vert on earth was thy love
and thy pride,
And ! know thou dost still love me most.
So while a pilgrim | wander on earth,
Do thou my guardian angel be.
And lead my sad soul to the land of its birth.
Where can be happy with thee. NJ. d.