The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-03-09
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ny JULIA pHIrEs TRuIrr.
For the N. o. sunday Democrat

.r,a time of darkness. and despair, and death.
Hos faded from us, and oh lifel oh yearsi
rrhot ve must face; our hearts grown desolate
with aching anguish and with orrow great.
We look around us now. with long drawn breath.
The darkness fades and leaves us time for tears.
When we would fain have wept our eyes were
dry,
There was no time for round us ley the dead.
And the slow breath on many huttering lips
But breathed its last. and many stately head
Forgot its Laurel crown, and silently
Bowed low hepe sth that cold. dscrowring touch.
And sunny. dawnlng hope In many an eye
Went out In suddenness of deaths eclipse.
when every hour took from our lives 80 much
How could we turn to meet the coming years Z
How could we weepi We had no time fortears
nut now the oght has passed-tob dresry day y
And mourpfuIIy we face the dawutng tight.
Our lonely dead are buried out of sight.
hrd many lovely hopes az dear as they
Tic ont of sight beneath the churchyard clay.
strong homes for noble lives that climbed the
height.
And star.lik shone with radiance far and
bright;
ouick. eager hopes, that chung With tender fold
Around the prom Q of the years to be;
Dear hopes for those we loved. that suddenly
Dropped our warm hands from out their cling
ing hold
And now we cannot choose but weep to know
That In those new made graves our hopes lie
low.
Yet not our memoriesi For we turn to thee,
oh Sistea. of the North with fearful eyes,
And while old sorrows and despairs arise
We stretch our hands to thee full gratefully.
What ahall we saw Beme thoughts run deep
and strong.
While shallowest waters hahble loud and long
Our stricken hearts are fail because we know
THAT thou hast loved US In our time Of woe,
When that long night Of agony and fear
Was closing round with blackness deep and
strong.
A sound came through tue darkness. like The
song
ofsome brave hearted bird when thunders roll.
And ceaying lIghtnings. flashing long and
clear,
Flash down with awe upon the silent soul
Thy tones Of Lowell Thy tender words Of cheer,
That found ua with our dead. and coming 30.
Breathed comfort for The lovely hopes laid low.
And through the night. loI thou hast stood with
uE.
And watched the dying lips that. tremulous.
Breathed fainter life. and fainter. till no song
Nor word OF love, IN loves own trumpet tones
Could stir their pallid silence. strange and long
And thou hast heard with us the dying means
And with us stood where shallow graves yawned
wide
To hold the CHASTITY death they scarce could
hide.
And-grief Of griefs-hast sought with us q
place
In dreary homes. By death left tenantless.
And now. cen now, oh sister, when the years
Press close and cold. and we have time for
tears.
When Rama's voice Of lamentation long
Fills all the stricken land with notes Of woe,
Behold thy tears with ours Thy sorrow
strong,
Thy mourning for the stars whose radiant
glow
shone brightest as they fell from out the
throng
That iii the land with glory and with songl
Thy sorrow DER each lowly, unmarked mound
And Ger the loved and DER the laurel-crowned
Thou that hast went with us, we stretch to thee
Strong hands OF loVe-we have no better praise.
We know time will come when summer days
Shall cover Ger these graves full tenderly.
And DER these lonely. iowlY dead Of ours
The coming years shall shed perennial flowers
80 may these memories bloom our grief above
And fill the days with fragrance Of thy love.
Thou that hast went with us No trumpet call
Could stir our hearts like those downfalling
tears.
We stretch strong hands Of love across the
years,
TO clasp thy hands-e closer clasp than alll
Centepige. Isras.