The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1877-03-09
III Gilman
[From clinton Democrat


Dearest old place to me of all on
earth. This Is the one | hold most
dear, for it was there | first saw The
light of day there | spent the first
year OF my lie; there | spoke my first
words, aud there | spent the most of
my past life, and much happiness have
L known there. - did not know old
Hickman was so dear until now that
am away. | look back aud think of
the days, weeks aud years that are Tor
ever gone. sud OF the many Joyous
hours aud bright hopes that are alike
buried with the past. Though the
past L eau never recall, those hours
viii never be tOrgOtteu-uO, never;
but will ever be held dear toy one that
l. now away. | often think of my
school-master aud friend. both old
and young. Though@many are gone.
there are some lett that are still dear
10 me. Some have married. some are
dead and some are living still, aud
though they may never think OF me,
often think OF them. | feel this day
like | wish | was there, 50 that | might
wander over the old grave ward, Tor
many love are Sleeping there, both
friends aud relations Grsndpuren's
aunts cousins aud dearest Of all, one
little angel sister, are sleeping there,
bat their spirits are in heaven, and Oh.
may none be missing there. 1t has
not been long since | saw Que dear
auntie buried away from earth to
bloom again in paradise. Never again
can we meet her on earth. Yes, she l.
dead Although long absent, not for
gotten. | cherish her memory. None
knew her but to love h>-e It seems
but short time since shsS was young
and happy. Memories u the pas
crowd thick and fast upon me. can
see her face joyous and happy, as wheu
with sparkling eyes, counieuance
beaming as bright "a the morning sun
She seemed most lovely-she whose
early life vas so fVIl of joyous antici
pations Yes. she i, dead though her
memory will ever live fre-h and green
in the hearts OF those who knew her
''Alas cannot 9Ne;l this rising tear,
Nor yet dispel my souls sad gloom,
For memory has borne me sister dear
Affection weeps above her tomb
Sister mine the earth is cold above I
thee. Long ago they laid thee within I.
a silent tomb. With breaking hearts /.
they smoothed the turf above tby I.
dreamless slumber. Glorious summer /.
time was there to bleSd its ringing
harmonies of bird, breeze, stream and I
waterfall, as though a seraph's wing /
had swept the heart Of universal nature. F.
till its chords thrilled the soft air with /
a thousand melodies. and ever sound /
ing anthems to the Mighty One whose (
breath had kissed Creation into life I
Long weary months have mingled with /
the past, since from thy grave we slow /
ly turned away, and from our hearts /
the spirit of despair gushed in low. /
broken tones, aud Shud rering sought /
Il darkeued home to dwell no more /
with thee save in the realms of hope I
aud memory The earth Is cold above /
thee. and to-day the wintry storm walls I
through the leafess trees, aud signs .
around tbs httle grave, bur fer within .
my heart thou hast brighter being I
~ thou vast baby. young. fair and /
beautiful, remembrance cannot trace /
out %, thou art more lovely than before /
IA whitening blight had touched thy /
cheek : yonng bloom, or pale dj-eaSe /.
blended is fading roses-ere the /.
weight Of fearful suffering crushed Thy
tender form Thou art before me 10
the dazzing ient of angel beauty,
ROBBED In IoveIiue>~. soft star CLEAN
iug through the mj-t~ of -, radiant
seraph by the throne Of God
KATE WINTER