The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1889-07-25
EUTHANASIA.
Written Specially tor The Sentinel by
George H. German.

Written Specially tor The Sentinel by
George H. German.
On a solemn night OF summer.
In the lovely month of June,
When the scent of halfblown roses
Filled che air with rich perfume,
as the brilliant summer starlight
Faded at approach of day,
Then it was that little Mary
And her Mother passed away.
Not as yet had lamp been lighted
In the little sick one, S room
For the stars peeped through the
windows
And the solemn, silv'ry moon
Lit it up with mellow beauty
Where the little darling slept.
Where the broken-hearted Mother
Still a ceaseless vigil kept
O! for wave of awful anguish
Surging through that Mothers
heart,
Sharp as pain from poisoned arrow,
Keen as pang from deadly dart,
As she sat and watched her darling,
As she counted every breath,
Hoping that the child was sleeping,
Fearing that her sleep was death
Like an Image in mirror,
Shone the anxious Mothers fears
In he: eyes that sought the doctors
Through Il very mist of tears,
Mutely asking him the question,
In an agony of pain,
Can your boasted science save her?
VIII my darling wake AGAIN. 3
And the kind-hearted physician,
Pointing upward to the sky,
As he gazes sadly at her,
To her question makes reply:
''He alone, the Great Physician, -
Who is victor Ger the grave,
Can revoke the dreaded summons
Or thy darling's life can save
Chou wilt spare, o Lord, my darling,
Thou wilt spare this one to me,
For the other Thou hast taken
To forever dwell with Thee;
And my husband Thou didst sum-
mon,
Ere hOme-life was scarce begun,
But | bowed my head in meekne:s.
Saying, Lord, Thy will be DONE
''And | thanked Thee for the giving
OF my darling sleeping there,
For the comfort which its nurture
Brought into my life of care;
But. if now Thou takst her from me,
Then what joy is left in life,
| WhenThou leavest naught for Mother
And Thou leavest naught for Wife?''
| "Ol cannot live without her,
| | beseech Thee, Lord, to give
| Unto me this blue-eyed darling,
| Unto me, while l shall live.
| R,,t If +IiS. ha NOT II Inv Ialaa c11r.a
Then, O Lord, humbly pray,
| Thou wilt take Us both together,
Ere the golden dawn of day"
| " bile thus prayed the stricken Moth
Baby from her sleep awoke.
And, in lisping, childish accents,
To her Mother thus she spoke:
i've been dreaming of my Papa,
Up in Heaven, Mamma dear,
And I'm going up to see him,
But my Mamma must not fear,
For see two lovely angels,
Coming down from out the sky,
They will bear Inc up to Papa
And I'm not afraid to die.
Yonder's Papa See him Mamma?
Yonder's little Bessie, too!
| Don you near JileIll tduitiS- Mill
ma?
They are calling me and you.
Comes IL shrek of awful anguish,
i Comes a cry despairin@, wild,
From that broken-hearted Mother,
Bending o err her dying child.
Now. upon her heaving BOSOM,
Baby's form is tightly pressed,
And her aching heart $ pulsatiOns
Rock the dying child to rest.
, Tightly still she clasps her darling,
As she swoons upon the floor,
} And the kindhearted physician,
Who. alas, could do no more,
5 Kneeling down to take the baby,
} Gave Il frightened, anxious start,
Placed his head close down and Iii
tened
For the beating of her heart.
Q All was rigid. all was silent,
| Not n heartbeat echoed there;
Listening, God had heard and III
SWered
That fond Mothers wailing praye
Il Ger the brow of yonder mountain
, Came the mornings early light,
Flushing all the sky with beauty,
Chasing off the gloom of night;
God is smiling and the morning
:. Dawns upon me, bright and fair,
| A. | watch the shining angels
, Wing them upward through the III
is | listen to the music
q From the voices that love,
;. Listen to their glad hozannas
d Round the throne of God above.
|
|
5 And forever, aye forever,
: I'll remember we'll the dawn
OF the souls eternal daylight
y On that blossom-scented morn,
And / bow my head in meekness
And my heart is filed with love
: As | listen to the anthem