Show LINES written on the death of cornelia christeen cimball BY BERNARD SNOW SHOW mysterious death triumphant king thou bakst approach unheard unseen and heedless leavit thy sting where else all al joy and peace had been cornelia thou did st fall a prey to his keen sharp harp unerring dart and when to mind we call that day deep sorrow steals upon the heart but yesterday it scarcely seems since thou wert here so fresh and gay I 1 thine eyes reflecting radiant beams of joy while prat ling oer thy play fondly id hoped my dearest ona one that thou would live to comfort me when my UPs glass was nearly lun iun then fain would I 1 have leaned on oil thee but so ids not for thou art gone before me to that spirit laud land and I 1 am left thy loss to mourn yet while I 1 weep hope by me stand that thou art happy I 1 well know I 1 and joined with spirits nil all akin who have not here to undergo the sorrows of this world of sin oft times when pillowed billowed pill owed lies my head bead Thy spirit whispers in my steep sleep kina mother dear I 1 am not dead I 1 am at homo home why dost thou weep my father sent me there to earth that f r a body might obtain and so through that another birth A glorious resurrection gain gaill done and though I 1 loved lobed you dear anil and loved my earthly father too my work was done and I 1 am here to wait impatient wait for you cornelia yes my daughter dear hard indeed to part with thee but I 1 will strive my heart to cheer with troughs thou gha we yet shall happy be march fth 1854 |