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Lines,
Composed While Standing At The
White Pilgrim's Grave.
__________
By
Elder J. Ellis.
I
came to the spot where the White
Pilgram lay,
And pensively stood by his tomb,
When in a low whisper I heard
something say,
"How sweetly I sleep here alone.
The tempest may howl, and loud
thunder roll,
And gathering storms may arise,
Yet calm are my feelings, at
rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped form my eyes.
The cause of my Savior compelled
me to roam,
I bade my companions farewell,
I left my sweet children, who
for me do mourn,
In a far distant region to dwell.
I
wandered an exile and stranger
below,
To publish salvation abroad,
The trump of the Gospel
endeavored to blow,
Inviting poor sinners to God.
But when among strangers, and
far from my home,
No kindred or relative nigh,
I met the congagion, and sank in
the tomb,
My spirits ascended on high.
Go! tell my companion and
children most dear,
To week not for Joseph, tho' gone;
The same hand that led me thro'
scenes dark and drear,
Has kindly conducted me home." |
