The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1883-12-29

look and they went out from It's scenes
forever. God keep thee, poor mourner-
thy Athc, thy Lefty are not dead-the sou
has taken up more triumphant song
Beyond the crystal bars of light they await
thee their voices blend IN holy melody
! triumphant strains IN their Fathers home
where there is no night, no pain. Home
! in the CITY of our God. they battle in the
streams, and walk by the river OF life for
ever blest.
Sooner or later the storms shall beat
| Over thy SAUNDERS soft and sweet;
Sooner or later the winds will rave
In the long grass above thy grave;
Sooner or later the sun shall shine
In trembling warmth on that mound OF thine.
You shall not heed 1t,
| In that rest 80 sweet where the birds
Sweetly MARBLE about the ring.
Sooner or later the bees will hum
And the long grass wave in the summer sun
Sooner or later the stainless SHOWS
Shall add their hush to thy winter repose;
Sooner or later thou shalt lie in that long sleep
They shall heap thy bed with the dazzling
snow,
Nor even note in those hidden hours
The winter breath of the buried flowers.
o. how cruel to think of the long pro-
cesson, The sable pail, the two hearses, the
two occupants. Poor mourner, thy sun
shine has gone down at MONDAY; the
sweetness. the joy of home, has act at noon
tide. You walk to day with Its shadows
about thee. Cruel cars. they bore thy best
beloved away; the gloom, the shadow OF
thy home coming and how They are
not DEAD-thy Athc, thy Lefty. Friends
mourn with thee to-day, but the missing
strains on earth are their glad Thanksgiv-
ing in Heaven. Sweet rest for them
sweet hope for you, brothers, sisters, in
that heavenly land where your kindred are
gone. They have joined the home circle
there, and wait for the earthly missing
links to make the circle complete joined
to the everlasting body that compose the
company above, on the Golden Shore they
await thy coming, and sooner or later thy
Master will call thee too, soon the lamp OF
life will beam no longer, soon we will all
come in the sheaf or full ear. May we be
prepared to meet them in that city not
made with hands. Bereaved and bctrothed,
Lefty wears her bridal robes in that tar
country. Her hand, her heart, she holds
for thee there. Glad will be thy coming,
and radiant the hour that meets thee there.
They sleep and it is we'll the Lord hath
need of thy Jewels, and radiant and bright
their setting in the diadem of immortality.
He has taken away the casket that bore
their mortal lives TO rest them IN Heaven.
Friends have gathered around the bier of
mother and child, followed To their long
rest and seen them lowered to the silent
chamber. No atoms OF lite will disturb
them there. The long green velvet crJss,
the little star eyed flowers, the birds In
their morning and evening lays, and they
lie asleep TO all mortal cares or trials, and
1t is we'll. Sometimes bereaved friends
will lift the latch, the gate swing back
with an uncertain sound, kneel beside
these graves, feel though the lips 80 mute,
the hearts so stllled, and their love still
guides them. their footsteps still follow
them. Truly gone before to that country
whose land Is fair, and the sunshine bright
forevermore. No cars, no railroad disas
ters there; the uncertainties of life never
meet them any more. Father, 1t is well
with thy loved ones; flower crowned and
robed, they will wait thy meeting there,
and o in that land of bloom, that city of
light, think of the gates ajar, the dear
friends that will clasp thy hands and wei.
come thee there, on those plains, ransomed
and saved, clothed in immortal beauty, the
sunshine fresh and fair, perennial flowers
a Fathers hand to guide thee 10 meet them
there. Beloved and bctrolhed, arraycd IN
the bridal robes of Christ your Lefty
waits to welcome thee, her hand IN that
beautiful home may be thine again; she
waits to welcome thee IN the new bright
home.
Weary and at the evening
With wearing the burden OF today,
Still bending beneath the burden,
o! Father we kneel to pray;
Lifting the hands that are falling
We seek the clasp of thine own,
The Cross Is so very heavy
We cannot bear it alone.
SO we leaye them. Here. liies to,some
way Is done. The waving grass, the
green earth will hide them from sight, the
winds of Heaven murmur their name;
never sound from the sleepers, gone to
that fair country. They will journey no
more. The bells OF Heaven break forth in
glad anthems as they enter that city of
light Welcome home to thy rest sweet
rest. MARY.
Dec. If, 1888.
from Ransom.