Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1879-02-21
Miscellany.
a Fnrm.AIousc Dirge.

"I thought you would come this morning, maGm.
Yes, Edith at last has gone;
To.morrows week. aye, just an the sun right into
her window shone:
Went with the night the Vicar says, where cndeth
But she's eft darkness behind her here | wish she
She is no longer with us, but we seem to be always
In the lonely bed where we laid her last and can't get
her to speak or stir.
II.
Eyes, I'm at work. tie time l was. l should have
begun before;
But this is the room whore she lay STILL ere they
carried her past the door.
| thought never could let her go where it seems
lonely % nights
But now I'm scru6bing and dusing down, and setting
All l have kept are the flowers there the latt that
stood by her bed.
I suppose must throw them away. She looked much
fa.rer when she was dead.
Thank you for thinking of her go much. Kind
thought is the trucst friend.
wish you had seen how pleased she was with the
peaches you used TO s'ud.
She tired Of hrm, too, the end; She did with
all We tried:
But she liked to look at them all the same, set
them down by her side.
Their bloom aud the flush upon her cheek were alike,
used to say;
have faded away.
a." never could tell you how kind too, were the ladies
Every noon, or fair or wet one Of them use to cali
Worry and work seems ours; but yours, pleasant and
easy days,
Aud when all goes smooth, the rich and poor have
different lives and ways.
sorrow aud death bring men more cose It's JOY that
'Tis comfort to think tho we're severed so were
all OF Us one at heart
V.
"Shr mover wished to be smart and rich, many
in these days dc,
Nor cared to 60 in market days to stare at the gay
and new.
She liked to remain at home and puck the white VIC.
lets down IN the wood:
She said her sisters before she died, Tis easy
TO be good
She must have found it So think aud that was the
God deemed it needless to leave her here took her
up to the sky.
vi.
'rhe Vicar says that he knows she is there; and,
surely, she ought 60 be;
But though | repeat the words It's hard to believe
what does not see.
They did not want me To go to the grave, but uld
not have kept away,
And whatever do can only a coffin and church
yard clay.
Yes, j know It's wrong to keep lingering there and
wicked and weak to fret;
And that's why I'm hard at work again, for it heps
one 10 forget.
VII
THE young ones don't seem to take to work their
mothers and fathers did.
We never were asked If We liked no, but had to
obey when bid.
There's Bessie won't swill the dairy now nor Richard
call home the cows,
And all Of them cry How c,tn you mother 2" when
| carry the wash TO the sows
dith would drudge, for always Death the hearth OF
the heipfulest robs
But she pretty could not bear to set her on
dirty jobs
VIII.
az don't know bow til be with them when sorrow
and loss are theirs,
For IT isn't likely thAt they escape their pack OF wor-
rts and cares
They say it's an age of rru-ross this, aud igLt Of
thngs improves;
But sickness, and age and hercaYe seem work
the same old grooves
Fine they may grow, and that but Death as lief takes
the moth as the grub.
When their dear die, suspect theyl wish they'd
floor Of their to scrub.
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