THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES POEMS BY SUSAN S. BUTTON 'JlHOViH-JIRIH" "JEHOVAH-KISSI." PUBLISHED FOR THE AUTHORESS, LITCHPIELD, OHIO. 1858. * Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1853, BY STTSAN S. BUTTON, to the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New- York. JOHN A. OKAY'S IRE-PBOOF pBnrnxo oFncK, 16 and 18 Jacob St., N. T. PS TO MY FRIEND R I O H A. IR ID TO MY NUMEROUS FRIENDS, Who, by their kind sympathy, have alleviated my sufferings, and by their generous commendation have encouraged me to improve the talent WHICH MY HEAVENLY FATHER HAS INTRUSTED TO MY KEEPING, THIS LITTLE VOLUME IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED M THE AUTHORESS. 759398 PREFACE. IN presenting this little volume to the public, it may not be deemed amiss for me to inform those of my friends who may feel interested in knowing it, how it occurred that I undertook a task which, although performed in the midst of pain, has been to me a pleasant one. All who have long been invalids well know that sickness has its peculiar temptations and trials ; one of which is, a tendency to think too much of one's own sorrows. To avoid this, and thus benefit myself, and also hoping that notwithstanding I was in a measure debarred from society, I might, should God add his blessing to my humble efforts, be of some use to my fellow-creatures, I made pleasant thoughts the dear partners of my hours of pain ; and in the language of an other, I can truly say that to me "poetry was its own exceeding great reward." At length the time came when, with the buoyancy of spirit which usually attends convalescence after a long illness, I went forth and drank freely from the nectar-filled chalice of Nature, and amid her beauties I found new themes, and for a few months Vi PREFACE. wrote more poetry than I had ever before written in the same length of time. But as my health continued to improve, other thoughts, and themes, and schemes of usefulness so engrossed my attention, that for two or three years I found but little time to employ my pen, except in epistolary writing, and made but few additions to my manuscript poems. While on a long-anticipated visit to my native home in a quiet valley amid the Green Mountains, in the autumn of 1855, I met with an accident which sympathizing friends deemed "very unfortunate," and which has indeed cost me much physical suffering. I became so feeble that for many weary weeks and months I suffered so intensely that much of the time I could not even fix my thoughts on the glories of heaven and the joys of the re deemed, save for a few moments at a time, without greatly increas ing my sufferings. But a brighter morrow was to dawn on me. I was again so far convalescent that I could employ my pencil in writing, although I was seldom able to sit long at the table to write. Under these circumstances I have made sufficient additions to what I had already written, to complete the little volume which, on the wings of Faith and Prayer, I hope soon to send forth to the public. Whatever reception it may now meet, if in the day when the secrets of all hearts shall be revealed, I shall find that the thoughts which to me have been sweet solaces of a sick-room, and pleasant companions of brighter hours, have gone like white- winged messengers of mercy to soothe the woes of the sorrow- PEEFACE. Vll ing, and have led doubting souls to trust in God, I shall then rejoice that I sent it forth ; for, "like Noah's dove," it will come again bearing the olive branch of Peace, far more grateful than a laurel wreath, or costly pearls, or glittering ore from the richest mines which earth ever yielded. S. S. B. CONTENTS PAQB Poesie, 13 Sunlight on the Mountains, 16 Pencilings on the Shores of Lake Erie, 19 Lines addressed to the Patients of Dr. G. "W. Strong, of Cleve land, 24 Father, let thy Will be done, 26 The Power of Prayer, 30 A Sketch 35 Cleveland (Ohio) Cemetery with Reflections 38 Adonis, 48 Jesus Preaching by the Sea-side, 51 Epitaph, 54 Evening Thoughts, 55 To Mr. , on the Death of his Wife, 57 Christ's Burial and Resurrection, 60 Slander, 64 Are the Sainted Dead lost ? 69 To Mrs. L. H. Sigourney, 72 The Spirit Bride, 75 Lines, 77 X CONTENTS. MM " Brethren, pray for us," 1 9 To Mrs. P., 81 Good Night, 85 To Mrs. M. A. S. B., 88 Thanksgiving Day, 89 Thanksgiving Hymn, 93 To Louisa, 96 Death of M. E. Knowlton, a Sister's Babe 95 Fancy's Wreath 99 To Mrs. , on the Gift of a Moss Eose 103 Secret Grief, 104 Epitaph, 1 08 Lines, 109 A Farewell to 1849, 1850, and 1851, Ill When I would die, 116 Sickness and returning Health, 118 Yonder and Up Yonder, 125 The Indian's Recompense, 128 An Impromptu, 132 The Rainbow with Reflections, 136 On the Death of an Acquaintance, 139 Prayer, 142 Faith, 146 Lines inscribed to an Aunt, 147 To Mrs. K , with a Christmas Message, etc., 150 The Childless Widow, 155 To Mary H. P., 169 Forests and Forest Teachings, 160 Evening Meditations, 163 CONTENTS. Xi MM Epitaph, 165 Lines on the breaking of my Harp, 166 Death of Moses, 169 "Welcome Home, 174 To Messrs. J. V. K. S. and T. S. S., and their Families, 176 Thoughts at a Sunset Hour, 178 Lines on a Tennessee Rose, 181 Lines written November 25th, 1852, 184 The Martyr Bird, 188 To the Baker Vocalists, 191 Sympathy, 192 To "William and E , 197 Farewell to the Blues, 199 Visionaries, 202 Be Kind, 207 Hope, 209 The Sitter for a Miniature, 210 The Young Mother to her Infant, 2 14 God is Love, 216 The Dying Wife, 218 Let me go Home, 219 Rest in Heaven 224 To a Poet, 226 Pleasures of Poetry, 228 Xll CONTEXTS. EARLY PBODUCTIONS. PAOB A Dialogue, 235 What ia Man, 236 To my Bible, 238 The Christian's Wants, 238 On viewing a Fragile Vine from the Window, etc., 240 The Pilgrim's Dream, 241 Elijah at the Cave 243 lanes, 244 Musings, 246 Samson's Escape from Gaza, 247 Henry Martyn, 248 On the Death of a Member of the Juvenile Choir, 250 Lines, 251 Fancy's Dream, 252 SCENES IN THE LIFE OP MOSES, 255 JOSEPHINE, 279 SUGGESTED ON VIEWING AN ENGRAVING OP EETSCH'S POESIE. AH ! whither dost speed, gentle spirit and fair, While the breeze lightly plays with the curls of thy hair, And thy gaze of deep thought upward turns to the sky, As 'twould read the sweet wonders it veils from the eye? With the snowy- white wing of the swan for thy sail, Sure thou needest no canvas to spread to the gale I 14 LINES SUGGESTED ON VIEWING With its eye for thy guide, and its song for thy cheer, With its back for thy seat, and its foot for thy oar, And its lily-white breast for the prow of thy boat, O'er the foam and the wave thou dost peacefully float. For the bird of sweet song is companion for thee, As so gently she steers thy fair bark o'er the sea ! Ah ! how proudly she sweeps o'er the ocean's deep caves, Nor will heed though thy foot oft be plunged in the waves. With a pen in thy hand, and a star on thy wing, While thy harp o'er thy shoulder is flung, sweetly sing, While thine eye, that so steadfastly gazes above, Doth reveal to the spirit its wealth of pure love. Thy deep gaze is not fixed on the temple of Fame ; For far higher's thy mark, and far nobler thine aim ; And the steep that so rugged to others doth seem, As so high thou dost gaze, ne'er disturbs thy sweet dream. AN ENGKAVING OF EETSCH'S POESIE. 15 While aloft thou dost soar, thy soft pinion to try, Unawares to her fane thou wilt peacefully fly Through her halls thou wilt sweetly though humbly then sing, While full high in her dome thou wilt fold thy bright wing. But not long in the temple of Fame wilt thou stay, For thy birth-place is heaven, and thy home is on high; And soon quitting her dome, at the. close of the day, As a bird on swift wing, to thy home thou wilt fly. 16 SUNLIGHT ON THE MOUNTAINS. mt \\t fountains, INSCEIBED TO THE LOVED ONES OF MY NATIVE STATE VERMONT. SUNLIGHT'S on the mountains, shadow in the vale, And the gushing fountains trill a joyous tale Elvers onward rolling, o'er a stony bed, Time's swift minutes tolling, toll as for the dead. Hark ! the birds are singing, " Farewell to the day !" Sweetest echoes ringing, answer every lay ; While the streamlets flowing, fading leaves enfold, -Where the elms are growing, ivy-twined and old. O'er the rocks are hanging swaying bush and vine ; Mowers' scythes are clanging, grassy blades entwine, For they're swift descending for a wintry store, And the farmer tending, turns them o'er and o'er. SUNLIGHT ON THE MOUNTAINS. 17 Autumn's hues arc blended with the evergreen, Which the young leaves tended, in their glittering sheen, While again the mountains, tinged with glorious light, Echo forth the fountains' tread from every hight. Oh ! my soul is dreaming of my childhood's days, When the sunlight gleaming, I its lingering rays Watched upon the mountain, gazing with delight, Listening to the fountain musical and bright. The glorious mountain ! how I love it ! Ah ! who Italian skies would covet, While gazing on the sunlit mountain, And listening to the gushing fountain, And streams from lofty hills descending, Enchanting with their wondrous singing, - Entrancing with the joyous ringing Of their sweet varying song unending ? Around my heart fond memories linger ; For here the impress of God's finger, 18 SUNLIGHT ON THE MOUNTAINS. With childish eyes I viewed with wonder ; Here saw the lightning, heard the thunder, Which peal on peal sublime resounded O'er hights which the sweet vale surrounded ; Where first I learned to love the glory, And love the grandeur which in story No tongue may e'er relate, nor limner On "glowing canvas" paint the glimmer Of glad Aurora's faintest setting, Sweet meditation oft begetting. PENCILING*!. 19 fenrilings ON THE SHORES OF LAKE EEIE. THE morn was dark, the winds were wild and high, And sang their solemn song amid the leaves Of graceful elms and noble maple trees ! I thought to see thy bosom wildly stirred, As stirs the human breast, when grief the heart Doth swell ; but when along thy bank I strayed, Lo ! not a wavelet on thy shore was seen ; Yet farther out upon thy beauteous blue, A gentle ripple now and then appeared, Which seemed like peaceful beatings of a heart With sweetest bliss o'erladen : and I stood And gazed with wondering joy upon thy face, While warbling birds their matins o'er me sang, Till tranquillized with sweetest thought, my pains Were then and there awhile almost forgot. 20 PENCILIXGS. Another morn I sought the sweet retreat, For happy musings of an earth-bound soul, Which pants for mightier joys, so well designed : Again the winds were wildly singing round, The waves were dashing high, and sent the spray In snowy wreaths upon thy wave-worn shore 1 A picture meet of frail humanity, When on life's ocean tossed, till hope's sweet voice Rings through the portals of the heart no more ; When thrilling memories of the happy past, But make the darksome present gloomier still. On a rude seat, by Friendship formed, once here I sat, to list the music of thy wave, While cluster-laden trees shed rich perfumes, And promise gave of summer-ripening fruits : Sweet Nature's music on the breeze was borne, And glad I heard her joyous rnelodies, While she in sweetest numbers praise-notes sang : But yet over my spirit sadness stole Sadness at thought of sorrow not my own, But hers who for an only brother* mourned, * Andrew M. Sigourney. PENCILINGS. 21 Who in life's early spring was called from earth, While Hope a wreath of rosy fragrance twined, And sweet Affection held it o'er his head ! I thought how soon again the vine would bloom, Which shed its fragrance through the lonely mansion Where parents' and a sister's tears flowed free, While love-lit eyes, which Death was dimming, gazed Invitingly on eyes that answered love, And by a look which words could not express, Seemed gently beckoning dearest friends to heaven. While on thy shore I sat, and all around Was sweetly beautiful, I thought how soon Love o'er his peaceful grave would rosebuds strew, In memory of the withered, faded ones, Affection on his snow-white pillow laid, When Death, with Mercy's angel at his side, His spirit upward called to God and heaven. . - So with thy loveliness inspiring me, I strove some words of cheer for her to write ; For I, who by an only brother's side Had watched, when Death with upraised sword seemed near, Full well might guess that sister's agony. 22 PENCILINGS. Again when thou wert calmly beautiful, And eventide was near, I sat me down In musing mood upon thy much loved shore : A light breeze stirred thy bosom peacefully, And gently, gently out upon thy depths, A boat, with whitened sail, was gliding on ; And while it floated on thy limpid wave, A holy lesson of sweet faith imparting, My soul so buoyant grew, it seemed almost Some drops from out the crystal sea of heaven, By angel hands were sprinkled on my heart. And when the glorious sun descended low, With bounding heart I watched the setting orb, Which, like a golden boat tossed on the wave, Sank slowly down behind thy waters blue ; But still its glory lingered on the cloud, Which shone like fiery pillar of the Lord, Which at Jehovah's gracious mandate rose, To guide the wandering hosts of Israel. I gazed with silent, but with heart-felt joy, And then sweet Hope, from out her golden horn, Poured precious oil upon my gladdened heart, While faith, with voice enchanting, to that heart Sang gladsome notes of holy trust and sweet repose. TENCILINGS. 23 lake so beautiful ! I bless my God For the sweet music of thy voice so grand ! 1 listen to thy lullaby with joy, And grief is rocked to sleep while thus I list, And as thy wave leaps up, so leaps my heart, Exultant 'neath the gladdening smile of Heaven. O beauteous lake ! v the memory of those hours Which on thy shore in thoughtfulness I've spent, "When gladness made my heart its own ^Eolian, And when its quivering strings reechoed notes Heard only by my joyous spirit's ear, By me can never more forgotten be. Over my heart Hope scattered richest dews, And as a withering plant, by timely rains Eefreshed, lifts up its head exultingly, So rose my soul in grateful praise to Heaven ; For long Disease had held me in her cage, And here her bars of iron so strong were loosed, And like an uncaged bird, I roved again O'er hill and dell, with footstep light and free ! Then wonder not that I, while life shall last, Must beauteous Erie ever love and praise. 24 LINES ADDRESSED TO THE PATIENTS ADDRESSED TO THE PATIENTS OF DR. G. W. S., OF CLEVELAND. " TEA, e'en in agonies forbear To doubt Almighty love; Whate'er endears eternity, Is mercy from above." THEN though dark clouds o'ercast your spirit's sky, And fondly-cherished expectations fail, And waves of deep affliction shall arise, Still let the star of Hope beam brightly on : A sunlight from above may gild your morn, If ye trust in " Him who doeth all things well." Then though your cup of life with gall seems filled, And fondly-cherished hopes, like withered leaves, Swept by a fiercely rude autumnal blast, All buried lie, fear not, but " look aloft !" OF DR. G. W. S., OP CLEVELAND. 25 Yea, see the star of Hope beam through the clouds, And trust in " Him who doeth all things well." For though the heart oft dreads life's bitter things, And tremblingly doth taste Affliction's cup, We know beneath the gall there sometimes lies The honey pure of sorrow sanctified ! Then 'mid life's joys and griefs, oh! trust in Heaven ! And when the death-damp on your foreheads lies, Oh ! may your spirits with the shining bands That walk the verdant fields of Paradise, Arrayed in robes of Jesus' righteousness, All free from sin and pain rove joyously. Heaven grant that there we meet, a band un broken, To sing of " Him who doeth all things well." 26 " FATHEK, LET THY WILL BE DONE." it lathor, let Cto TO k tow." '^-^1 6 ' 6^0 " FATHER, let thy will be done !" From the lips of God's dear Son, Came these -words in sorrow spoken, Of his boundless love a token, When, with spirit almost broken, In Gethsemane he prayed ; When the night he was betrayed, His sad heart petition made To the Father's love and power, 'Mid the horrors of that hour ^ When the anguish of his soul, Caused great drops of blood to roll Oft from off his troubled brow. See him in submission bow Hear the Father's only Son ! On the cedar's nightly hum, In that hour of woe and care, Echoes forth his earnest prayer, " FATHER, LET THY WILL BE DONE." 27 That the overflowing cup, To its dregs he may not sup ; Yet his faith hath victory won, For breathes he forth in plaintive tone : " Father, let thy will be done." Ere with traitor's kiss betrayed, Ere in mocking robes arrayed, Ere the gall to his lips was pressed, And the earth, in darkness dressed, Groaned for him a deep and long farewell, Louder than the peal of loudest bell, With a more than prophet's eye, He beholds his destiny, Yet with trusting heart looks towards home, Sighing : " Father, let thy will be done 1" Amid mockery, and blows, and jeere, Jesus full of gentleness appears I When his glorious home on high he nears, Lo I what bitter anguish rends his soul, For he drains the dregs from Sorrow's bowl ; Then awhile they lay him in the tomb, For his Father's will is done. 28 " FATHER, LET THY WILL BE DONE." But the Saviour rises from the tomb, Loving hearts prepare to give him room, For a while with them he doth abide, Not with lofty pomp, nor yet with pride ; But ere long the heavens are opened wide, God the Father calls him to his side To his bosom he enfolds the Son, Saying : " Lo ! Thy throne of glory's won 1 For, my Son, thy Father's will is done 1" Then on swiftest wing, with gladdest song, Comes a white-robed, a redeemed throng 1 Spirits full of life and bliss they come, And with sweetest smiles of peace, the Son Welcomes them around his glorious throne. Joying that his Father's will was done. Pious souls, with sorrow laden, Look ye to that blissful haven ; 'Mid your sorrows and your cares, Add ye ever to your prayers, This sweet wish of God's own Son : " Father, let % will be done." " FATHER, LET THY WILL BE DONE." 29 When dear friends in death are sleeping, When the gales of grief are sweeping O'er your heads, oh I never fear.! God the Father's ever near ; Jesus Christ beholds you weeping, Holy angels watch are keeping, Glorious victory ye are reaping O'er yourselves and all your foes, If ye trust in Him who knows Every want and every care, And who hears your every prayer. Though ye know not why your lot, Oft is with affliction fraught, Ever steadfast gaze above, Trust God's power and trust his love ; For round the throne of God and of his Sou, Ye'll praise him that your Father's will was done. 80 THE POWER OF PRAYER. Cl} f ote of f rajer. PRAYER'S like a golden chain on Faith's bright wing, Upborne to highest heaven, to be let down By the strong hand of God Omnipotent, Laden with rich blessings for the friends for whom In warm affection oft we earnest plead ! And oft upon ourselves are blessings poured, By Him who gifts most bounteous bestows, When His kind aid we earnestly implore. Prayer makes the spirit light, and makes it strong ; It turns our foes to friends. This Jacob proved, When all night long he wrestled with his God, And kind embrace, and melting tenderness, Took place of hate within his brother's heart. 'Tis safe to trust in God, and pray to him Who shut the lions' mouths, that they no harm THE POWER OP PRAYER. 31 Could do, to him who dared on Him to call, Even at the risk of life, while enemies Kept watch, and eagerly sought to take his life. Though all night long, within the sealed den, With beasts so fierce and strong, the prophet lay ; His voice to praise attuned, might not be hushed, For God his angel sent, and kept him safe ; And high arose the notes of prayer and praise From Daniel's lips, for God was glorified, His power and His protection were displayed In thus preserving him. Then opened wide The ravenous jaws of lions for their prey, While they who sought his life, into the den Were thrown, with awful groans, while limb from limb Was rudely torn, in scarce a moment's time. Prayer makes us wise, when God his spirit gives. This Solomon proved, when in a nightly dream He wisdom sought, above all things beside ; And God, with his petition pleased, gave him Such wisdom as none ever had before. 32 THE POWER OF PRAYER. In answer to strong prayer, the Jewish queen Might blameless disobey the Persian law ; And King Ahasueras doth to her Extend the golden sceptre, token of peace, And granting soon her wish, he disannuls The sealed petition of her envious foe ; And, scorned amid the multitude that oft With bended knee to him had honors paid, The wretched Hainan dies, while he whom most He sought to injure, finds exalted place. Behold ! the strongest man that ever lived, Shorn of his strength, with brazen fetters bound, And grinding in the enemy's prison-house ! But lo ! 'mid heathen revelings he comes forth To make sport in the temple of their god ! While they rejoice that he no more can harm them, Behold 1 his sightless eyes upraised to Heaven I His heart goes up to God in fervent prayer His strength returns, and bowing with his might Against the pillars of that well-filled house, The revelings of his foes are quickly hushed, And death-groans take the place of noisy shouts ; . THE POWER OF PRAFER. 33 For Samson gladly offers up his life, And with Philistia's lords he sleeps in death. Prayer closed the windows of the eastern sky, For more than forty months ; then opened they, When on the wing of faith it rose again, And pierced the clouds, and entrance found in Heaven. The little cloud, no larger than a hand, Spread out, and threw its darkness o'er the sky, And winds arose, and rain in torrents fell ; The parched earth in beauty smiled once more, And man and beast again looked up rejoicing. Prayer raised the death-sealed lids of Lazarus' eyes, And God his power displayed, when from the tomb In glowing life and health the sleeper rose. Prayer binds the hearts of friends with sacred ties, And links them to the throne of God on high ; It adds new lustre to our brightest joys, . The fainting spirit it sustains in grief, And brings even then a sweet and holy calm. 2* 34 THE POWER OF PRAYER. The granting of our wishes God postpones, That he our faith may try, and strengthen it, By answering when our grief becomes so great, We scarce expect the aid for which we've plead. Then let the voice of prayer unceasingly Go up to God, All- wise, Omnipotent, Since He our Wisdom is, and He our Strength ; Our Guardian, and the Healer of our woes ; Our Shield, our sure Defense when tempests rise ; A Friend in whom 'tis ever safe to trust. A SKETCH. 35 II Z t t AT the close of a bright autumn day, When the clouds in the West were all gay, When the sun from our sight had just gone, On a far-away country to dawn ; Ere the moon and the stars were called out To pursue their glad nightly route, A small cloud, than its brothers more light, That shone out most effulgently bright, Caught my eye but how soon it had^ed, Like the rose from the cheek of the dead. Then a purple tinged one that was near, Flung its pall o'er the woods that were sere, And two bands of light clouds stepped out, And I fancied I heard a glad shout, As they swept o'er the sky, at the close Of the day, when sweet Cynthia rose ; Then they sang o'er the woods a dirge-like lay, As they spread their light wings, and passed away. 36 A SKETCH. With, bright blue the horizon was bounded, And fresh glories the forest surrounded, And I thought of the joys of this earth, Which pass quickly away 'mid our mirth. And I thought of the bliss of high heaven, As I gazed on the clouds of that even ; As I gazed till my heart did rejoice, And I fancied I heard a glad voice ; As one jewel, then others as bright, Quick were placed on the brow of the night, And that voice was so sweet unto me, That it seemed like an angel's soft lay. Then the winds of the wood were all hushed, And a troop of sweet fancies quick rushed Through my soul ; and so sweetly they came, And so swiftly they fled, fain I'd name My glad thoughts as they sped quickly on, Or would tell out my joys in a song, That the friends that I love might partake, Of the bliss of that hour : I would wake In my soul its glad memories too, And some heart from its grief I would woo ; A SKETCH. 37 For sweet Nature beguiles the sad heart, And its sorrows are soothed, while apart From the world and its cares, the soul hears Her soft song of sweet peace, and the tears From the eye cease to flow, while we gaze On her beauties, and list to her lays ; And we bless our good God for the love He bestows, when around and above, The glad voice of the wind and the cloud, Unto us chant His praises aloud. 38 CLEVELAND CEMETERY, Cteland Cemetery toitjf " "Pis well to stand where others sleep In death's last dreamless slumber, And 'mid the silence lone and deep, Our own brief moments number." 'TwAS early morn the moon was shining beau- teously, And stars were twinkling on in silent majesty, When we arose, and to this place of burial Our footsteps bent, ere the glad peal of morning bell The busy city stirred. It was an Autumn morn, And thickly on the pavement fading leaves were strewn ; And as amid the quiet stillness of that hour So calm and holy, when to thought is given such power, I listened to their mournful rustlings 'neath my feet, WITH REFLECTIONS. 39 (Whose fragrance rich did oft the while my senses greet, Like sweetest flowers by Fancy plucked in midnight dream ;) Peace, like the waters of that pure and crystal stream Which flows before the throne of Jesus, bathed my soul, And holy musings staid my heart with sweet control. And as beside that pleasant cemetery's gate I stood, awhile in silent thoughtfulness to wait, And watched the play of morning winds amid the trees That shade that hallowed ground, a sudden, light some breeze Caught up the topmost willow branches toward heaven, And strained and held them high, till tongues seemed to them given ! My spirit like them seemed to rise above this earth, Until terrestrial things all seemed of little worth, While I stood near the portals of that holy land Where is no night but on whose shores a peaceful band 40 CLEVELAND CEMETERY, Of worshipers whose ashes 'neath the turf here sleep, Strike joyously their lyres to music rich and deep. The gate we passed, and read a youthful maiden's name Who died in Christ. Oh I better far than earthly fame, For death to those who die in Him is richest gain! How sweetly rose the sun that bright September morn, And glanced through the rich, grateful shade that doth adorn That hallowed ground where Love doth its memorials raise, To mark the place where loved ones sleep, and tell their praise Perchance upon the sculptured stone, that those who here Shall come, may read the worth of those the heart held dear. Here infancy is sleeping, with a little hand Engraven on the stone, and, pointing towards the land WITH REFLECTIONS. 41 Which no temptation knows, it bids sweet Faith look up, And view the sleeper there, from Joy's o'erflowing cup ;.." Quaffing such sweets as none may taste, save 'mid heaven's band: And here's a little sculptured lamb, with drooping head, Upon the altar 'neath which lies a "first-born" dead. Here stands a monument for one who died afar No thoughts of distant home his quiet rest can mar ; There some are sleeping near the friends to them most dear, While others, far from home and friends, are sleeping here! Nor tears, nor love, nor earnest prayers their lives could save ; Some long in sickness pined, some died beneath the wave. A little monument most beautiful was there, That was with rose-buds decked, and morning-glories fair; 42 CLEVELAND CEMETERY, " God lent him to us fifteen months," was there en graven : What fitly-chosen words, and full of trust in Heaven ! And so ye gave your cherished floweret back to God, And saw your dearly-loved "Ipomea" droop its head! Yea, even when its sun of life had scarcely risen, It drooped, and then was borne up 'mid the flowers of heaven, To blossom in the garden of Immanuel, There to expand beneath the sunshine of his smile. "While near I stood, and counted twenty little graves, O'er twelve of which the springing grass ne'er gently waves, I thought, " How many fathers' hopes have blighted been, And tender mothers, too, have wept, and wept again For loved ones from them gone " for ah ! not long ago I saw the seal of death placed on an infant's brow, And saw the father seek in tears a sad relief The youthful mother turn away o'erwhelmed with grief, WITH REFLECTIONS. 48 From the last gaspings of her first-born, only child. I heard no bitter wail of anguish loud and wild, From those who loved that flower so beauteous and so fair, And yet I knew their hearts that grief was rank ling there. The Autumn winds had laid a sere leaf on a tomb Meet emblem this, of blooming youth by death cut down! A withered rose, I marked, perchance by Love laid there, Upon another stone all faded now, yet fair. Now to a plat of ground with fitting monument, Where sleep a mother and her babe, my steps I bent. "When first the place I visited, a violet Was o'er them blooming, and though dead, it stands here yet ; - t And when on an autumnal morn I wandered here, A sweet " Dianthus' " withered stalks told me those dear 44 CLEVELAND CEMETERY, Young sleepers were remembered yet; and Fancy drew Their pictures fair, though naught of them in life I knew. I onward passed soon to a simple stone I came, On which were graven the words, " My brother," and the name I ._ + The petals of a pale, fair rose above that grave, Swayed by autumnal winds, did gently o'er it wave. "Perchance," thought I, "some sister's toil hath raised this stone, And she from home and friends afar doth hither come, When daily toil is o'er, to weep beside the tomb Of one whom poverty had made but doubly dear, And little cares she that the passing throng should here Read where he lived, or when he died or shed a tear." In thoughtful mood I paused beside a humble grave : How thick grow willow branches here ! how sweetly wave! WITH REFLECTIONS. 45 I parted them, and read a reverend pastor's name, And then with care I placed them o'er that stone again, For sacrilege 'twould seem to leave them thus apart Perchance, too, it might pain some gentle mourner's heart. Thus would / sleep not in some wilderness away, Nor yet with splendid monument, and gilded gay, Built up in place conspicuous to the stranger's sight ; But let me sleep where others sleep, and roses white, By sweet affection planted near my grave, entwine Their branches round the simple stone which memo ry's shrine Shall prove, and those I love come here at sweet twi light, To nurse remembrances of by-gone hours most bright, And let a willow tree its branches bend so low, My tombstone shading, that the stranger who would know Who there is sleeping must those branches part aside, To read my name carved words which drooping boughs will hide. 16 , CLEVELAND CEMETERY, Ah I say not that it is a useless act and lorn, The lowly resting-place of loved ones to adorn ; For here the spirit seems with joy to plume its wings, And finds most holy and most high imaginings. Yet bring not gaudy flowers for graves of friends so dear, But bring pale flowers, yet fair and sweet, and plant them here ; Yea, bring the lowly violet bring fragrant flowers, To deck the graves of those ye love, from dearest bowers : Ay, bring the vernal wild- wood flower that earliest blooms, And bring fair summer flowers, to wither on the tombs Of loved ones gone bring Autumn flowers, and leaflets sere, And with Affection's fairest flowers entwine them here.