The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1886-08-18
LITTLE GERTRUDE.
WRITTEN FOR MY FRIEND Mrs. A.
Med.

And the restless Pacific now rolls its
blue tide,
Between me and where Gertrude was
laid.
Those mothers alone who have borne
my sad load,
Can feel as felt on that morn,
When the Dread Reaper came to our
lonely abode
And left me so dazed and forlorn.
That death lowered near us scarce had
sign,
Till he tore my life's treasure away;
And wandered for days mid the tall
moaning pine,
My reason nigh losing its sway.
Long weeks 1 fancied my grille had
strayed,
And the lost one l sought everywhere;
But all could find of the idol craved
Was this curl of her golden-brown
hair.
He in whose keeping placed my young
heart
Had carelessly valued its worth,
Yet / smllingly strove to endure the
keen smart
Till my darling girl faded from earth.
had drained miseries cup of its bitter
est draught,
And misfortune long had de6ed;
The blacker clouds lowered, the louder
laughed,
Till my little one sickened and died.
No loving kin near me, no child to
caress.
My wearied heart ready to sink
Far away from my house, in a cold
What wonder my brain neared the
brink?
The fond mother thinks her own lovely
and good,
Words cannot my pets face recall;
How oft when sat DER my sorrows to
brood,
Her dear voice would Danish them all.
Kindly friends We'd to give comfort and
cheer,
But mOrtals can ne er restore breath;
The Master had spoken, He weighed not
When Gertrude was summoned by
death.
Rough-handcd work men, with grief be-
dimmed eyes,
And sympathy's words on each
tongue,
Softly Whispered "your Gerty is safe in
the skies
With Christ, who on earth blessed the
young
Though muse d to tears these kind sons
OF toll.
Game and wept DER their tiny pets
bier;
Their sadness for her was to me balm
and oil,
For it told me that good hearts were
near.
Their honest expressions of sorrowing
pain
For the playmate their strong arms
had borne,
SoOthed pangs that were racking my
overtred brain,
And l ceased for a moment to mourn.
God guard them, and free them from
troubles or need,
And give them His blessings instead
May they prOsper-wherever their for
tunes may lead,
/ ask in the name of my dead.
Gone is sweet Gertrude, my solace and
pride,
To whom I could turn when in pain
| Her smile--coaxing sayings are hushed
at my side,
| On earth we shall ne'er meet again.
So pretty, so good, so full of pure love
| SO unselfish and prone to be kind
Bright rs dew crystal, fresh from
above,
Her years far outstripped by her mind
Her innocent prattle oft won me from
gloom,
With her could smile away grief;
Her presence brought gladness and hop,
TO the room,
And for mental ills gave me relief.
SO life-lke and smiling she lay in he
shroud,
/ fancied at times she was sleeping;
But when my eyes turned to the mourn
full heads bowed,
knew she had passed from my keep
ing.
Four years--only four-it seems but
dream!
Was my darling permitted to stay;
The light of my life lost its warm sum.
CLEAN
| When Gerty was placed in the clay.
know she has gone with the angels t.
dwell,
And that joy is eternal up there;
Yet deep sObs of anguish l cannot re
pei,
AS gaze on this wee lock of hair.
Perhaps am seltish-but alas! she wa
dear
The core of my love in her lay;
Her bright face made sunshine throug
dark clouds appear,
And gladdened each hour of my day
Lord of the Universe-Father of ALL
try to bow humbly to Thee,
And bear the great sorrow that fell lik
apall
When my darling was taken from mt
Grant me, pray Thee, Thou Ruler o
High,
The patience to live through my woe
Bid Gertrude's bright spirit keep waite
from the sky,
Till it please Thee that | too may GO
JOHN BRAsH.
KANEoHE, Aug. 10. 1856.
MI 49, N.