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Poem May 27, 1853

Burlington Free Press

Burlington, Chittenden County, Vermont

What is this article about?

A deceased soul speaks from heaven, describing joys among angels, freedom from earthly pain, and memory of loved ones, comforting friends not to mourn their passing.

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His image stamps my brow!
Through the shadows of death my feet have trod,
I reign in glory now!
No breaking heart is here—
No keen and thrilling pain—
No wasted cheek where the frequent tear
Hath rolled and left its stain.

I have found the joys of Heaven,
I am one of the Angel band,
To my head a crown of gold is given,
And a harp is in my hand.
I have learned the songs they sing
When Jesus hath set free,
And the glorious walls of Heaven still ring
With the new born melody.

No sin—no grief—no pain—
Safe in my happy home—
My fears all fled—my grief all slain,
My hour of triumph come.

Oh! friends of my mortal years
The trusted and the true!
Ye are walking still through the vale of tears,
But I wait to welcome you.

Do I forget? Oh! no!
For memory's golden chain
Shall bind my heart to the loved below,
Till they meet in heaven again;
Each link is strong and bright,
And life's close evening hums
Flows freely down in rivulets of light,
To the world from which I came.

Do you mourn when nightly stars
Shines out upon the sky!
Do you weep with evening rains so sweet,
Or the stormier conflict's cry!
Then why should your tear run down,
And your bitter tears be shed,
For another gone to wear his crown,
And another soul in heaven!

Surveys of Routes to the Pacific.

Under the appropriation of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, made by the last Congress, for the survey of a practicable route or routes for the railroad to the Pacific, four expeditions have been organized by our government. One of these is to be under the command of Mr. Stevens, the newly appointed Governor of the Territory of Washington, and late of the corps of Topographical Engineers. This will proceed to St. Paul's, Minnesota, from whence it will move west across the Missouri river. The second, under Lieut. Whipple, of the Topographical Corps, is instructed to survey the route from the Mississippi river Vicksburg, by way of Fort Smith, Arkansas, and Albuquerque, New Mexico, to the frontier of California. Lieut. Williams is directed to leave San Diego with a surveying party, and meet Lieut. Whipple at Walker's Pass, in the Sierra Nevada. Capt. Sitgreaves is ordered from Milwaukee to Fort Smith, to take charge of the fourth party, whose rendezvous is Council Bluffs, and to explore the route taken by Col. Fremont in his last expedition, where he suffered so disastrously. The party is organized under the recommendation of Mr. Benton. Mr. Kern, one of Col. Fremont's men, will accompany this last party. Each party will be escorted by thirty-five troops, mounted men or infantry.

A writer from Washington expresses the opinion that the abundance of the revenue will have a tendency to promote the greater portion of the great projects which were proposed at the late session of Congress. Lack of means, at least, will not delay the scheme of a railroad to the Pacific. If a favorable report should be made to the government, as to the practicability of any of the proposed routes, and we have little doubt that a favorable report may be looked for, in regard to the Southern or Texan route, it will very probably be adopted, and the project carried out, not by a grant of lands alone, but by the direct appropriation of money. They will grant lands to the States through which the road may pass, in aid of its construction; and in the territories there is a strong disposition to carry on the work by direct appropriation from the Treasury.—Boston Atlas.

What sub-type of article is it?

Hymn Elegy

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Religious Faith Friendship

What keywords are associated?

Heavenly Joys Death Consolation Angel Band Mourning Friends Eternal Reunion

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I Have Found The Joys Of Heaven, I Am One Of The Angel Band, To My Head A Crown Of Gold Is Given, And A Harp Is In My Hand. No Sin—No Grief—No Pain— Safe In My Happy Home— My Fears All Fled—My Grief All Slain, My Hour Of Triumph Come. Oh! Friends Of My Mortal Years The Trusted And The True! Ye Are Walking Still Through The Vale Of Tears, But I Wait To Welcome You. Do I Forget? Oh! No! For Memory's Golden Chain Shall Bind My Heart To The Loved Below, Till They Meet In Heaven Again;

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