The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1896-08-17

We passed along road just where
OrrOW had left its imnrpss there.

we passed along road just where
sorrow had left its impress there;
The very air stood rife with pain,
Wherein young man had been slain.
Close by there flowed quiet stream,
Where cattle grazed on meadows green;
Towering hills were uplifted high,
l A gold-Crowned field OF wheat nearby.
, Outstretching far across the land,
Most ready for the reapers hand;
| Instead OF ripe and golden sheaves,
| Naught will be CLEANED but witheree
lelves.
The woods in clusters stood nearby,
Tho trees towering on banks so high;
IN their foliage of living green,
Where sin and sorrow had been seen.
The wheat most ripe had been crushed
down,
Where sin-stuined feet had trampled
round;
Dark, sinister forms passed to and fro,
Swift on their errand Of sin thoy go.
Seeking a,place wherein his body might
Whose life sacrifice was made;
How could n man OF honor say,
he DER the embankment fell that day
we viewed the rugged path where they
Perchance had borne him swift away
We held our breath in deep despair,
Thinking Of the bitter sorrow there
Near by steep embankment found,
Where be might have been carried down,
The hands of crime their burden carry on,
flushed is even Nature In hsr song.
Soon they find place. little way apaco
10 lay a mothers son. their deadly work
Is done
Along the track where cars may pass,
He finds resting place at last.
Nearby the woods are towering high.
And bright the over.arching sky.
hrannhaa n for iprv
Form shelter for the weary dead.
With only Natures hand to soothe,
NO friend is nigh to see the loved one
die.
Perchance, ere tho deadly work was done,
The angels there had him to come,
Perchance, while he lay on his couch Of
green,
The ngels bore him to the land unseen.
Away from that dark and dismal gloom,
Through which be had so lately come,
With all their tender, loving care,
They take him now to their home to share.
The scene is changed-his spirit fled,
lie Is one numbered with the dead;
No more can the guilty one now do,
Tho body they kill not the spirit too
God, with his all-searching eye,
Will not pass tho guilty by.
small shaDties around we viewed nearby,
Where the disastrous scene did lie.
Amid high hills huge rocks are found,
Steadily quarried from the ground;
And shantics clustered here and there,
Present scene of want and care.
by over-towering woods around,
These huts enclosed, there may be found,
Is there no hand to check this scene,
Wherein the innocent was slainf
OF brothers five, the youngest son,
He was idolized by each one
An idol too, of fond sisters heart,
How little she dreamed they SO soon must !
part,
He was ever a peacomaker in his home;
Even his enemies he did not shun,
No cruel word, or taunt, be made
Against those who had him betrayed
tie little dreamed on that summer day
As he went from his beautiful home away,
They would bear him back dead to the
dear old farm.
Bear him back dead to his mothers arms;
The tall pines moaned, and low sighed tho
wind,
As they bore their precious burden In
Through the dear old lane, meath the arch
ing trees
That sobbed and sighed in the summer
through the gate, and across the lawn
hey slowly bore their loved one on,
through the long brick porch to the par
lor door,
Where their dead had lain oftimes before.
low sorrow had dealt his keenest blow,
nd filled the mother heart with woe.
Like Absalom of old, she cried;
My son, would God, for thee I'd died"
This tradgedy occurred near Wooddale,
elaware on June IA, 1896