San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1881-12-22
His Sunday Christmas.

The subject oftbe following lines, little boy o
San Marcos, took exceeding interest In Christmas
Almost as soon as one Christmas had passed, his
thoughts turned TO what he would do-what gins
he would make his father and olhers-at the next,
lie died last spring, but already spoke OF the an'
ticpaed Joys OF the Christmas now at hand, saying
he was "glad II came on unday"-the reason be-
ing that his father could be at home with him all
dayl.
Christmas has come again bright day OF JOY
But deepest sadness fills my heart, for he
Who loved Il SO. my pure and noble boy
N more Oh earth may share it's bliss with me.
A loving mothers gentle words impressed
The Christmas legend on his infsnt brain,
And still the fairy influence possessed
His soul each year, as Christmas came again.
scarce had one Christmas passed, before his thought
Forecast the joys the next one would impart;
Aud thus. as time each year the season brought,
Was Christ anew born n his loving heart
Like brooding mother. bird upon her nest,
He nursed bright visions OF the day to come,
His ruling thought-hls spirits constant guest
To bless the Inmates Of his mountain home,
His father first. oh. In the heavenly spheres
Did ever sersph purer fame inspire 7
Was ever In so brief span OF years
Compressed 80 much Of warm affections hre 7
Thus rapt. I see him yet, as year BY year,
Time told the advent Of the golden day,
The Joy, the ecstasy, his face would wear,
Rejecting brightest tints Of fancy's ray.
The earthly home his young heart loved so we'll.
But now that heart deaths icy touch has stilled'
To me the 10y bells sound a funeral knell!
One year ago, we wandered hand In hand,
Mid old familiar haunts, in converse sweet.
The while his future eagerly he planned,
Hopes ardent words delighted to repeat.
One year ago he sat upon my knee
Alright, my stricken one with patience rare,
While grooming oh. SO soft and tenderlyl
His grateful sense Of my poor love and care.
Ny hope, my pride, who filled with JOY each day.
Ny lamb, each night who nestled next my heart,
Ha. left me lingering on my lonely way,
And nought on earth can former bliss im.'art.
One year ago, the blessed Christmas eve
Now every household echo seems to rieve
For the bright spirit who has passed from earth
One year ago, beside the Christmas board
He sat, with Joyous face and sparkling eye, |
Now vacant is his place, his cup unpoured,
And his young form in the cold grave doth lie.
One year ago he sat mid Christmas spo!ls,
The cherished gifts Of others. and his own,
More blest than farmer reaping after tolls,
Happier than any king upon a throne.
One year ago hisjoyful voice was heard,
His merry laugh made glad the household scene,
Now all has flown, like passing summer bird,
And he to earth is as he meier had been,-
Save IN the faithful memory Of those
Who never can forget the being bright,
Who ever blest them TO his brief life's close,
Till to better home he took his flight.
He died in spring thine but even then awoke
Thoughts of the coming Christmas and its joys:
"rm glad it comes on unday!'-thus he spoke,
While beamed with hope aud love his SOULFUL
eyes.
Glad that il came on Sunday-!or he knew
His father could b, with him all the day
At home thus Chrlsnias 10 periecuoh ~"
To his young fancy, meath affectior's sway
md now tits here-the Christmas Of his dresm!
Never to greet on earth to him twas given!
But o, transporting thought o. bliss supreme
HIS SUNDAY CHRIsTMAs COMES TO HIM IN HEAVEN
AT home with the Al-F,ther D. how blest !
While Christ, the Glider Brother" holds his hand
And leads by streams OF life, and wales OF rest,
And mounts Of vision Of the "Better Land ~
Yes lie whose infant form manger prest-
Who toiled to save mankind. all sad aud lone
He who on earth the little children blest,
Hath surely claimed my darling a, his own.
In the Good Shepherds tender care he thrives.
Safe housed forever in the heavenly iold
tut, oh we trust his human love survives
And beams upon his loved ones as of old
That from the eternal realms Of light and bliss
His spirit may return to us to-day,
To breathe into our spirits trust and peace,
And love, superior to earth's decay.
Then while needs must mourn, here let me rest:
"He is at home with Christ forevermore'
Then let me nurse the trembling hope, most blest.
To Join him there, when LIES brief day is Ger
A Gross Misrepresentation.
We are informed that seine persons op
% ,inr San Marcos for the county seat
re circulating the report that it will