The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-04-20

southern w GRID.
1t was Lord Byron who asserted
that ''Heaven gives its fayorites
early death" Mrs. Hemans, in one
of her beautifully conceived poems,
adjures US thus:
''Let thoH die,
Let them die COW, thy childIoni So thy heart
Shall wear their beautiful image all IN
dimmed
Until it to the last"
Bnt the prolnptinIgs of the human
heart urge us to rebel against the
mysterious dispensations of divine
providence when we called areto sur
render up the loved one to the cold
embraces of death. Our. hearts
shrink beneath the blow as our
cherished buds wither before the
icy breath of the grim monster.
1t is manly to weep over our be-
reavements. While we drop the
tear of sorrow at the grave-drops
of anguish from the bruised ten
drills Of our affections-heaven
seems dark to US. We perhaps think
too much of our loss, and not
enough of the gain of the departed
one. And as our hearts culver in
the throes of its anguish at riven
ties, may our thoughts follow the
spirit of our 'loyed one as it en-
tiers the "pearly gates" and feel a
joy unspeakable filling our breast
at the consciousness that Though it
can no more come back to US, we
can go to it."
These buds of beauty shall be
immortal and bloom in all their
transcendant glory around the
great white throne"
These darlings of the family Cir
Gle have been transplanted by
Heavenly Fathers hand from earth
to bloom immortal Asphodels in
the bowers of Paradise.
Dong! dong! dong! Another soul
has been translated from the vale
of sorrow to the city of joy; from
death to life; from earth to heaven.
Dong! dong! dong! Another
family circle has been broken;
more hearts riven with anguish;
more ties snapped asunder; more
tendrils of affection rudely crushed.
Dongl dong! dong! One more of
the ransomed added to the heaven
ly host; another heart made happy
in a Savior love; other ties stretch
ing from heaven to earth, and 9th
er tendrIls clinging around the
memory of the loved one are created
and proclaim, though you cannot
come to US, we can go to you
Dong! dong! dong! Another soul
risen from the grave, and walking
in light; another spirit singing the
song of the redeemed in heaven;
another participant at the feast of
the righteous; another 'Just one
made perfect, casting the crown of
glory before the Lamb.
And thus the bell tells of sorrow
on earth and joy in heaven; of the
affection of the one and the reward
of the other; of parents soul i'm
mersed in anguish at the separa-
ton; of the spirit of the child
bathed in joy and the effulgence
of glory at meeting with the blood
washed throng.
Yes, it tells of more. 1t tells pa
rents to sorrow not without hope;
that their treasure is not less pre-
cious to them because it has been
removed where chilling winds nor
poisonous breath can destroy; to
tighten the stroke of drawing near
er to Him that wieldeth the rod; to
press onward in the path of duty, |
and at the last, when called to
cross the dark stream of death to
enter in that "land of pure delight"
and be reunited with those gone be-
fore, in fathers house in which
there are many mansions"
The rainbow of a glorious hope |
spans our tears of sorrow and illu-
mines the darkness of our woe
Thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part, |
Breathes sweetness out of woe."