The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1895-12-14
REFLECTIONS AT MY MOTHERS
GRAVE.

Written for the Lexington Intelligencer.
Motherl thou sleepest here alone
Thy soul to another world hath flown
And long will be thy silent umber-
We too will be- OF thy number
While we in sorrow here are weeping
Won stiIl sleep In death ever sleeping,.
Years come and go as whenlyou were here
H~astening all to eternity near.
And while In thy grave thou art sleeping.
Time with his sickle Keen Is reapiag,
The months and years are swiftly ice
Which in your sleep you are nnheed
All nature 10 stili fading, dying
Life from all things Is swiftly Lung,
While the annual frosts are Bping
So many friends are yes5l ofoppins.
Pleasures VI life are fsGlhg away
The joys of youth 1efusing to stay
"The evening cl2dd and the morning dew
or our ea~rthiy1hopss are emblems true"
Aud how sptnt, all things seem TO mourn
That ailto the tomb must o be borne,
Our f2fmer friends we wish 70 greet them
BuIihey are Conceive fail to meet them.
Death rides ou every passing breeze
And each season hath IFS own diseSaS
How silent aud peaceful Is thy graye
| While here we buffet life's temp&t wave.
How vain are all things .be1eath the
skies"
And how slender are the &pdest ties,
Worldly pleasures a fndng flower
But q aeeting comfoE of an hour.
While We by DAY Ger thy grave do weep
And while ourSyes I are drowned ia grief
You heed It Hot In your peaceful sleeP.
way
And px1Rht but trouble while here we
stay,
YoS rest in peace in thy grave 50 low
Arth's trials and troubles no more do
y know.
| While We finger on the brink Of life
Mid its aflictions, sorrow and strife,
You are In thy grave whore troubles cease
| Your soul In = world of lasting peace.
Springs come with green leaves and
summers with rainbows and showers.
Autumns their russell coat do cast.
Winters with snow and cold winds blast.
| Twill thus 70 on from year to year
Until that angel doth appear,
"And sound with trump from sea and
\ That time on earth shall be no more"
| Then all the dead who died beiOre
In their graves will sleep no more,
| Breaking their tenements OF clay
Come forth again " light Of day.
Thou Ia thy grave for whom we weep
No longer1n thy grave shall sleep.
Rise from b place you long have slept
And over which We long have wept.
Then from thy grave thou wilt arise
With body ntted for the skies,
Immortal II will then appear 3
Deaths cold embrace NO more TO lear.
Joining the b~rightohngelic throng
With golden harp and seraph song,
Amidst heavens blood washed host.
"Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost"
In that holy city made OF gold
Which BY Inspiration we are told,
The walls of precious stones are made
With twelve gates Of pearls which neve
fade.
Through which the river of life doth RI
,Whsre there 10 NO need OF moon or sun,
aFor God and the Lamb the light dot
give"
All who in that holy city live,
To drink its waters again you'll zee
Immortal youth restored to thee,
Before times ever defaciug hand
wrinkIed your brow In this sinful land.
With gray hairs yonr raven looks misplac
Fading b bloom from your youthfr
face,
And rosy cheeks with sall0wness stain.
Removing your strength to suffer pain.
Then you can defy him to repeat
OF youthful beauty again to cheat,
There from his ever destroying hand
You will DO free In that far Oh land,
On its banks the tree Of life doth grow
Its twelve immortal fruits you'll know.
Healed by its leavesyou ne'er again
Can know sickness, sorrow. death or pail
Forever In that city above
Dwell with angels In br0therly love,
None but pure and holy have dwelled
Since Satan was ever expelled.
There again we'll zee each Others face
When saved by Gods eternal grace,
Aud striking hands on that happy shoI
Will unite again to part NO more.