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Poem
December 17, 1841
Southern Christian Advocate
Charleston, Charleston County, South Carolina
What is this article about?
Poem by Mrs. Abdy: A father consoles his son about their mother's death, describing heaven as the 'land of the blest' free from sorrow, with eternal peace, flowers, and reunion with loved ones through faith.
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POETRY.
From the London Metropolitan
THE LAND OF THE BLEST
BY MRS. ABDY.
"Dear father, I ask for my mother in vain;
Has she sought some far country, her health to regain?
Has she left our cold country of frost and of snow
For some warm, sunny land, where the soft breezes blow?"
Yes, yes, gentle boy, thy loved mother has gone,
To a climate where sorrow and pain are unknown;
Her spirit is strengthened, her nature at rest—
There is health, there is peace in the land of the blest!
"Is that land, my dear father, more lovely than ours?
Are the rivers more clear, and more blooming the flowers?
Does summer shine over it all the year long?
Is it cheered by the glad sound of music and song?"
"Yes, the flowers are despoiled not by winter or night,
Though wellsprings of life are exhaustless and bright;
And by exquisite voices sweet hymns are addressed
To the Lord who reigns over the land of the blest!"
"Yet that land to my mother will lonely appear;
She shrunk from the glances of strangers while here;
From her foreign companions I know she will flee,
And sigh, dearest father, for you and for me."
"My darling, thy mother rejoices to go
On the long severed friends of her earliest days;
Her parents have there found a mansion of rest,
And they welcome their child to the land of the blest!"
"How I long to partake of such meetings of bliss!
That land must be, surely, more happy than this;
On you, my kind father, the journey depends,
Let us to my mother, her kindred and friends."
"Not on me, love; I trust I may reach that blest clime.
But in patience I stay till the Lord's chosen time;
And must strive, while awaiting his gracious behests,
To guide thy young steps to the land of the blest!"
"Thou must toil through a world full of danger, my boy.
Thy peace it may blight, and thy virtue destroy,
Nor wilt thou, alas! be withheld from its snare,
By a mother's kind counsels, a mother's fond prayers!
Yet, fear not; the God whose directions we crave,
Is mighty to strengthen, to shield, and to save;
And His hand may yet lead thee, a glorified guest,
To the home of thy mother, the land of the blest!"
From the London Metropolitan
THE LAND OF THE BLEST
BY MRS. ABDY.
"Dear father, I ask for my mother in vain;
Has she sought some far country, her health to regain?
Has she left our cold country of frost and of snow
For some warm, sunny land, where the soft breezes blow?"
Yes, yes, gentle boy, thy loved mother has gone,
To a climate where sorrow and pain are unknown;
Her spirit is strengthened, her nature at rest—
There is health, there is peace in the land of the blest!
"Is that land, my dear father, more lovely than ours?
Are the rivers more clear, and more blooming the flowers?
Does summer shine over it all the year long?
Is it cheered by the glad sound of music and song?"
"Yes, the flowers are despoiled not by winter or night,
Though wellsprings of life are exhaustless and bright;
And by exquisite voices sweet hymns are addressed
To the Lord who reigns over the land of the blest!"
"Yet that land to my mother will lonely appear;
She shrunk from the glances of strangers while here;
From her foreign companions I know she will flee,
And sigh, dearest father, for you and for me."
"My darling, thy mother rejoices to go
On the long severed friends of her earliest days;
Her parents have there found a mansion of rest,
And they welcome their child to the land of the blest!"
"How I long to partake of such meetings of bliss!
That land must be, surely, more happy than this;
On you, my kind father, the journey depends,
Let us to my mother, her kindred and friends."
"Not on me, love; I trust I may reach that blest clime.
But in patience I stay till the Lord's chosen time;
And must strive, while awaiting his gracious behests,
To guide thy young steps to the land of the blest!"
"Thou must toil through a world full of danger, my boy.
Thy peace it may blight, and thy virtue destroy,
Nor wilt thou, alas! be withheld from its snare,
By a mother's kind counsels, a mother's fond prayers!
Yet, fear not; the God whose directions we crave,
Is mighty to strengthen, to shield, and to save;
And His hand may yet lead thee, a glorified guest,
To the home of thy mother, the land of the blest!"
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Mother Death
Heaven Blest
Father Son Dialogue
Religious Comfort
Eternal Rest
What entities or persons were involved?
By Mrs. Abdy.
Poem Details
Title
The Land Of The Blest
Author
By Mrs. Abdy.
Subject
Dialogue On Mother's Death And Heaven
Key Lines
"Dear Father, I Ask For My Mother In Vain;
Yes, Yes, Gentle Boy, Thy Loved Mother Has Gone,
To A Climate Where Sorrow And Pain Are Unknown;
There Is Health, There Is Peace In The Land Of The Blest!