The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1894-04-07
For the WING.
A REVERIE IN A CHURCH VAR
THE 7GocTrR E GAMBLE CO. ciwTr.

BY EMERY BURNITE FORMERLY OF CHERRY HI
1 dreamed l stood by mother's grave over
Cherry Hill,
In song the occurrence TO narrate my muse n
have her will,
| Where church and yard and grove of trees stc
in my infancy
| Now sepulture takes all the land, and acres m
l see.
Cemetery is now the name applied, (they t
me) to this place,
Goods Acre. in the Saxon tongue, a warero,
for the race
Where bonded bodies shrouded lie await t.
trumpet blast
To call them into life again for judgment OF th.'
past. F
An aged man appears in view, last of my mothes
line
On earth remaining (pacing on along the
sands OF time) .
Review the spot, hunt tombst0nes DER, readir-
each superscription
And ac: as one engaged in mind and breathil
bcncdiction.
As record of each monument recalls his folk I
Painstaking, not laborous, he his searching dot
extend
Bye and bye stranger comes shouting
loudest tones,
"GeorSe Hyland, come to me and leave, thu
valley ofdry bones"
He. thus addressed, turns quickly round, smil
upon his face
"I'm drinking in some thoughts, my friend {
this mysterious place,
No valley OF dry bones is here Uhe answer tia
he giveth.)
''These dead to you most all knew, and unit
me they lveth.''
I'm thinking. parson, OF a time, and long it car
not be,
When every form encased here in that brigf
landIIl sec,
For it is writ upon my heart, as in your Boo
appears,
I've lived along this line direct for more tina
sixty years.
I've rested on these promises OF Christ to dyini
men,
and know they're true, have no regrets, woul'
do the same again,
On what comfort it's to know and how it cheer
my heart,
This congregation all will meet and never NOR
will part.
oh my that meeting, what time, I'll hardl
bide it out.
1t cheers me so in telling you want to sing an
shout
At prospect of that happy home off in that bette
land
Where there no parting is OF friends, in house nC
made with hands.
Here's Martha CHATS my mother) she's gone thi
many year
From earthly habitatlon here, lett testimon.
clear,
This epitaph her latest words (God bless yo
sister dear)
''Yonder's my house and portion fair, treasur
and heart are there"
Oh, parson, what a time, bye and bye, dear me
Oh my! My, my.
I'm almost ready now to quit for that brigh
home on high,
Here's Josie Brown! Doc Carter! Mile
Rachel. Rebecca Getty!
Glory unto GGd! On high-yes, glory hallelujah
| stood entranced. chained to the spot wit
thought of emulation,
And happy felt myselfto be at his great exult
tion,
Then self, recoiled upon itself, that as We neare
the grave
lie should have everything he wants, aud
naught that have.
Can it be true, 1 wondered great, and shuddere
at the thought
Salvation from the Jaws behest is only to
caught
BY faith like mis- in Gospel scheme of Jesu
Cruciied,
For so my mother thought, and taught, an
lived, and happy died.
Father, as we'll believed the same, and traine
his children SO,
II they'd escape the wrath to come and gain h
Heaven too,
His creed must take, believe, maintain, hon'
and practice well,
Else, miss the best of what's to come, and MAX
abode in He'll.
Your scribe awoke from reverie and this deliciol
dream,
Lies earnest, life is real, and things are N
what they SEEM
And silent prayed the flowers above him, he
| that haven bring
"And cover his deienseless head with shadow
Thy wing.
| Not heraldry OF James broad blare, proclaim
our titled name,
| OF .'poor but honest parentage" my brother al
| l came,
And yet outranking House of Lords, cur prot
| pretentions rise,
Connected with family whOse Head rs IN
| skies.
Philadelphia. Pa: March n. 1884,