WE ARE SPIRITS.

Daily Southern Cross, Volume I, Issue 20, 2 September 1843, Page 4

WE ARE SPIRITS.

BY HANNAH F. GODLD. We are spirits — wildered spirits, Errant from our native sphere ; Busy now, but with to-morrow. Who of us will still be here ? We're amid this dust and vapor, Chasing shadowy shapes about, E ich by life's uncertain taper, Which a moment's wing puts out. We are spirits— burdened spirits, Masked, and wearing cloaks of clay ; Giieved and care-worn ; wrung and stricken ; Robbed and wounded where we stray. Yet. on earth, .the common mother Of the forms that veil us here, Do we feign to one anothpr, Use the smile to hide the tear. We are spirits — restless spirits, Eager still for something more, Something we shall ne'er determine Till our mortal search is o'er. Grasping, losing, self-deluding, What we clasp we cannot stayThat o'er which our hearts aie brooding, Is but fledged to fly away ! We are spirits — light-winged spirits, While our pinions nevei -furled Bear us on, we know not whither, Till we've left a passing world. With' an heirship to recover In the country of our birth, Fondly do we hang and hover O'er our little heaps of earth. We are spirits — fearful Bpirits, Having powers we do not know, Which, with use of talents lent us, Light eternal is to show. Time is ever onward hasting : Endless life, or endless death, While the moments fast are wasting, Hangs upon a transient breath. We are spirits, born of Spirit, •God our Father, heaven the home He would have us seek, as children, Never, never more to roam. Yet, like one with baubles playing On the way at fall of night, We may perish by delaying With our Father's house iv sight,

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