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Eliza's Death.
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[ From a Poem by Bro . C . J . Kilpin ; published for the Benefit of the Indian --Relief Fund . ] ' . , 'Twas autumn , and she saAv her fate In every flower around ; In every breeze a A oice she heard , A knell in every sound .
Beneath the porch she loved to sit , When noontide heat had fled , Where sweetbriar ., rose , or jessamine , Their fragrant perfume sheet Here would she trace her childhood up Through many a happy scene , And sadly think what now she Avas , And what she once had been .
Time swiftly new , andostill she liv'd And wasted every hour ; Beneath the wintry piercing blast Thus fades the summer flower . The hectic flush indeed was there , The glassy sunken eye ; The cough , the harbinger of death , Consumption ' s fearful cry .
Cold perspirations , fainting fits , Came o ' er her as she lay ; And those around her often thought Her life had passed away . Still she revived and sometimes smil'd , Though not as mortals smile , For there was something sad and grand , That damp'd the heart awhile .
At last a stupor o'er her fell , That seem'd death's final stroke , She gently breath cl and calmly slept , But never more awoke .
* * * * * * rio sigh nor groan escaped , her lips To mark the soul ' s release ; And they who live a virtuous life ,, May learn—iff ! end is peace .
How deeply mourned her Avidow'd lord , Who saw his fault too well , And how the aged father Avcpt , Is not forme to tell . Beneath tin ? porch she slumbers now , 'Till the last morn appear ; A simple stone adorns tlie spot ; " ELIZA SLUMBERS HERE . "
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Eliza's Death.
¦ ¦ ¦;" ¦ '¦"¦ ¦ ¦ . ELIZA'S DEATH .
[ From a Poem by Bro . C . J . Kilpin ; published for the Benefit of the Indian --Relief Fund . ] ' . , 'Twas autumn , and she saAv her fate In every flower around ; In every breeze a A oice she heard , A knell in every sound .
Beneath the porch she loved to sit , When noontide heat had fled , Where sweetbriar ., rose , or jessamine , Their fragrant perfume sheet Here would she trace her childhood up Through many a happy scene , And sadly think what now she Avas , And what she once had been .
Time swiftly new , andostill she liv'd And wasted every hour ; Beneath the wintry piercing blast Thus fades the summer flower . The hectic flush indeed was there , The glassy sunken eye ; The cough , the harbinger of death , Consumption ' s fearful cry .
Cold perspirations , fainting fits , Came o ' er her as she lay ; And those around her often thought Her life had passed away . Still she revived and sometimes smil'd , Though not as mortals smile , For there was something sad and grand , That damp'd the heart awhile .
At last a stupor o'er her fell , That seem'd death's final stroke , She gently breath cl and calmly slept , But never more awoke .
* * * * * * rio sigh nor groan escaped , her lips To mark the soul ' s release ; And they who live a virtuous life ,, May learn—iff ! end is peace .
How deeply mourned her Avidow'd lord , Who saw his fault too well , And how the aged father Avcpt , Is not forme to tell . Beneath tin ? porch she slumbers now , 'Till the last morn appear ; A simple stone adorns tlie spot ; " ELIZA SLUMBERS HERE . "