HUSH !

Hawke's Bay Herald, Volume 3, Issue 130, 17 March 1860, Page 1

HUSH !

Httsk ! Let not a whisper break the calm repose That hangeth o'er the solemn scene, where life Is struggling with the fierce tyrant — Death ; who knows Or who may dare foretell the issue of the strife? How beautiful and how impressive is the scene, — A lovely form by dread disease laid low,— Now but the shadow of what she once had been, The cold damp sweat of death upon her snowy brow. Though young in years, that fair and gifted one Had twined around her many a loving heart, Who now were mourning her departing sun, i And felt how hard it was from such an one to part. But hush ! she moves, she speaks in accents low, A lovely smile illumes her pallid cheek, — " Farewell ! dear frienda — beloved ones, Igo To my bright home above" — and then she ceased to speak. And there was grief and mourning in that sad abode, For she, its light, its life, its hope had gone ; No more her merry laugh shall ring abroad, No more again be heard the music of her song. They bore her to her sad last resting-place — A sweet lone spot, beneath a willow's shade — And then with heavy hearts their steps retrace Back to their home, now all so silent made. And o'er her grave they raised a simple stone, Of long and laboured praise it bore no word . But this short phrase from Gk>d's own book alone — " Bless' d are the dead who die believing on the TjOrd< " S. A. L. Napier, March 13th, 1860.