South Carolina Temperance Advocate And Register Of Agriculture And General Literature

[Communications]

THE BROKEN HEARTED.

The following lines were written on the death of Mrs. F., a native of Columbia, who with her husband, moved to the State of Alabama.—Shortly after their settlement there, her husband died, leaving his afflicted wife and four little children in a land of strangers. The shock was too severe for the tender sensibility of her nature: herself and her poor orphans daily visited his grave while she was able, but death soon put an end to her sorrows—she died of a broken heart.

Ope stranger ope the new made tomb,
Where late you saw her sadly weeping;
And in the cold grave make her room,
By him who there in death is sleeping.

Yes stranger, by the husband's side,
O lay the wife that loved him dearly,
And for him faded, drooped, and died.
Like a rose that's crushed in the morning early.

To her in vain when he was gone,
The day came forth in all its gladness,
The gorgeous clouds, the rising sun,
Were covered with the pall of sadness.

Nor singing birds, nor shady grove,
Nor purling streams, nor rosy bower;
Nor e'en her children of her love,
To ease her sorrowing heart had power.

Ah lonely orphans, well you may,
Enquire with gushing floods of sorrow,
"What will we do? Where will we stay?
Where shall we find a home to-morrow?"

Poor children, He whose gracious hand,
Sustains the weak, and shields the stranger,
Will bring you to your "Father Land,"
Secure from want, secure from danger.

CAROLAN.

Columbia, S. C.