The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-09-07
n Tribute To the Memory Of Mrs.

5. II. BHlsOn.
Far was the summer morning,
And soft was the air that swept
Through the half-dm room of lovely home,
Where a group Of mourners wept.
Hush tread the carpet softly,
The football OF angels sound
Thro' the echoless air OF that room OF prayer
Aud circles the dying round
Scarce can you hear the woc:me
From the pure-lipped angel throng
But it falls more clear on the dying ear
Than the sweetest-toned earth-song.
wife, with the tender warnings
OF woman's loving heart.
Is drifting away to the gates OF day,
From the home OF her hopes apart.
And bending, In grief unspoken,
Is the friend OF her glrlish love,
Who pledged her his truth in the home OF
her youth,
By VOWS winch were sealed above.
o, linger, ye listening angels
Let her Whisper prayer for him.
IT'S the last he hears through the lonely years
That are opening, drear and dim.
The depths OF the hearts deep fountain
Are moved by that last fond prayer,
That floats from her breath, from the bed Of
death,
And falls on the watchers there.
Come closer, o sorrowing Husband
And kneel for her last caress;
And bring the boy who was mothers JOY,
So soon to be motherless.
Let him look, but STILL brief moment,
Till it leaves its impress there,
In the years to come, with their light and
gloom,
On a mothers face, SO fair.
lie will treasure that earnest pleading
In his Utmost childish heart
Nor maiden, nor wife, IN the loves Of life
Shall shatter the urn apart.
., l sorrow for the boy Berthe!
Thou wilt learn, III the years to come
To miss the love that the years would prove
The purest, hottest one.
But the breath comes faint and fainter.
AS the spasms Of pam come on,
Still word she keeps FOR the mother who
weepe
That her Only child is gone,
For pastor and friends beside her.
\ word and look are given,
And her task is done, and palm Is won
For her clasp, IN the christians heaven.
Fold the still hands 30 gently;
Close the white lids in rest
Lay the fair flowers, that in life's glad hours
She loved. on her silent breast.
Gone from home love-guarded,
Adorned by her careful hand
With gifts of love that Will, lingering, prove
Her worth to a severed band.
Sister and Friend we bid tee
A loving and last farewell:
And our tears srill drop on the lonely spot
Where the dead, IN their silence, dwell.
Not there, not there In the darkness,
Do we think of thy home for aye
But on spirit-wing where the ransomed sing.
They have borne thee away away.
But say from thy towers Of glory,
Wilt thou watch for the loved to come,
When the boatmans oar to the unseen shore
Shall row us across the gloom
When. over the shining threshold,
The feet OF the mourner cross,
That to-day pace the room Of his desolate
home,
AS he weeps Ger his fearful loss
When again to thy yearning bosom
Thou dost gather thy darling boy,
And the severed chain shall be clasped again
MID the triumph OF angel joy.
o, then, with the old-time greeting.
Greet me in thy home OF bliss
And spare me part in the loving heart,
Whose welcome / sadly miss.
Joy in thy glorious triumph,
Though the tears in their fountain swell.
Rest rest where no storm ever shadows thy
morn,
Wife, Mother, and Friend, farewell
ALMENA, Aug. 81, N. ANNA BARTON.