Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1877-10-04
For the Kcowee Courier.
To Ida, His Sainted Wife,


My homo in mourning to adorn.
Yet, d,rl;ug wife, thou art not dead!
No, no; but only fall'u asleep;
Thy ,rrat was in the Living Head,
And lie thy sumb'ring form will keep
Rest, then, Gin hope agpin to riso,"
When Jesus shall in glory como
To call tby dust from whore it lies
And olothc it in immortal bloom.
But while tho body's IN tho tomb
Thy spirit rcst' with God above,
And in that world which hath no gloom
Ttou shalt abide with Him in loyo.
But yet thy SOUL though crowo'd with bliss,
l know will stoop 10 dwell with me-
Heth caught the prayer breathed in this,
That | OF last may dwell with thee.
| hear murmur from the trees,
That Thrills INC like the spirits sishs;
[ hear voice on every breeze,
That makes TO mine its low replies
A voice all low aud sweet like thine,
1t gives an answer 70 my prayer,
Ard brings my soul from hcavn sign,
That will know and meet thee there.
I'll know thee there by thut sweet face
Round which a tender halo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days;
by that sweet sm;'o that Ger it shed
beauty like the light of even,
Whose scIt exp, p,ession pcver fed,
E'cn when lis soul hid flown to heav'n.
I'll know thee by The sta,,y crown
That slttcls in thy bcauteous hair.
0! by these blessed signs alone,
l'll know thee therc-Ill know thee the, G!
Fo:, ah! thino eye, within whose spherc,
The sweets of youth and beauty met,
That swan 10 love and sof;ncss here,
Must swim in love and so;incss yet.
For ah! its DIX and liquid beams,
Though saddened by u thousand sighs,
We're ho.icr than the light that st cams
Down from tho eacs of Paradise;
Where bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the cvc-
Tco sad for eyes where smiles a.e born,
Too sad for eyes that learn to srievc.
Thy image lives within my heart,
Green, fresh and sweet as flowers of spling;
And while lies hce,ing ycp,s depart,
TIE thought Of thee will pleasure briug;
For cv'iy hour We breathe apart
VIII but increase, if thct can be,
The love that fills this lonely heart,
Already filled so full of thee.
Yet many tear these eyes must weep,
And many sin must be forgiven,
Ere these pale lids shall sink to sleep,
And you and shall meet in heuv'n
But whco that happy morn shalt dawn,
My soul with rapture shall be Gll'd,
For | will be no moro fo.lo,n;
Then all my g.icfs end sobs be stilld.
The hope O. joining thee on high,
Where pa,'ing, pain and dcath arc DER,
Helps nc TO hush my lonely sigh,
Since there III sorrow never mo,c!
I know GODS hand hGth laid it on,
The chast'oiDg rod which must kiss;
Yes; lie knows best. Tbou,t only gone,
10 joys above, my love, miss.
O hasten, then, blcss'd, glo, ious day!
When VIC rcioin'd in heav'n orc bound,
TO ro>m its bright and golden way,
And chant Rcdcmption's eladsomc sound!
Yes. safe at home, We shall be blcst-
In that fair realm OF pure delight,
Our lot shall bo eternal rest:
For God is .thcre-llis PIE light!
And while unceasing ages roll,
Well praise his name, our Sa aviour King,
Whose holy smile shall feast the soul
Of ransom'd saints who loudly sing.
Enfl Creek Democratic Club. met on Saturday
September 20h, and elected B. L. Robertson,