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Poem
September 8, 1853
Eastern Times
Bath, Sagadahoc County, Maine
What is this article about?
A mother's elegy mourning the death of her young son J. L. N. S. on March 11, 1853, expressing anguish and longing for a sign from his spirit in heaven.
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The Muse.
Written for the Eastern Times.
LINES.
Composed on the death of J. L. N. S., who died March 11th, 1853.
BY S. M. J.
Spirit of my lost darling boy,
Oh, if not dead to all below,
Vouchsafe some sound, some sign of joy,
To let me thy condition know!
A sign! Oh for a little sign,
While here in agony I bow;
Where rests that lovely form of thine?
All changed, but precious even now.
Sweet darling babe; how can I bear
To see thee laid beneath the sod?
Oh, could I feel thou wert not there,
And realize thy soul with God!
The sealed lips, the sightless eyes,
The livid hue of Death I see!
But where, oh, where, thy spirit flies,
That blessed sight is not for me.
What wonder then my soul should cling
With anguish to this lifeless clay?
Unless thy ransomed soul would fling
Some tidings from thy new found way!
If thou art living, tell me where;
For darkness blinds my spirit's eyes,
In Heaven, they tell me thou art there,
Oh, tell me where that Heaven lies!
A state perchance, a being blest
Fixed in no far off boundless space,
Thy little soul perhaps—may rest
Almost within my fond embrace
Let me but pass the little line
That flesh from spirit doth divide.
The cherub then that once was mine,
Again shall flutter by my side.
Written for the Eastern Times.
LINES.
Composed on the death of J. L. N. S., who died March 11th, 1853.
BY S. M. J.
Spirit of my lost darling boy,
Oh, if not dead to all below,
Vouchsafe some sound, some sign of joy,
To let me thy condition know!
A sign! Oh for a little sign,
While here in agony I bow;
Where rests that lovely form of thine?
All changed, but precious even now.
Sweet darling babe; how can I bear
To see thee laid beneath the sod?
Oh, could I feel thou wert not there,
And realize thy soul with God!
The sealed lips, the sightless eyes,
The livid hue of Death I see!
But where, oh, where, thy spirit flies,
That blessed sight is not for me.
What wonder then my soul should cling
With anguish to this lifeless clay?
Unless thy ransomed soul would fling
Some tidings from thy new found way!
If thou art living, tell me where;
For darkness blinds my spirit's eyes,
In Heaven, they tell me thou art there,
Oh, tell me where that Heaven lies!
A state perchance, a being blest
Fixed in no far off boundless space,
Thy little soul perhaps—may rest
Almost within my fond embrace
Let me but pass the little line
That flesh from spirit doth divide.
The cherub then that once was mine,
Again shall flutter by my side.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Child Death
Elegy
Spiritual Sign
Heaven
Mourning
1853
What entities or persons were involved?
By S. M. J.
Poem Details
Title
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Author
By S. M. J.
Subject
Composed On The Death Of J. L. N. S., Who Died March 11th, 1853.
Key Lines
Spirit Of My Lost Darling Boy,
Oh, If Not Dead To All Below,
Vouchsafe Some Sound, Some Sign Of Joy,
To Let Me Thy Condition Know!
If Thou Art Living, Tell Me Where;
For Darkness Blinds My Spirit's Eyes,