A
Reflection at Sea T. Moore
“See
how beneath the moonbeam’s smile,
Yon
little billow heaves its breast,
And
foams and sparkles for a while
And
murmuring there subsides to rest.
Thus
man, the sport of bliss and care,
Rises
on Time’s eventful sea.
And
having swelled a moment there,
Thus
melts into eternity.”
W.T. Turner
“Rest!
how, alas! shall mortal dare
Of
rest on earth to dream---
The
heritage of ceaseless care
May
better far beseem
The
child of sin—the heir of woe
And
what if mutual love may throw
A
joy-imparting beam
O’er
life’s wide waste? Tis quickly gone
And
we must wander on—alone”
“There
remaineth a rest for the people of God
Let
us labor, therefore, to enter into that rest.”
A.E.
Turner
October 1830
[Last line from Hebrews 4:11]
To
M.
Should
sorrow o’er thy brow
Its
darkened shadows fling,
And
hopes that cheer thee now,
Die
in their early Spring;
Should
pleasure at its birth
Fade
like the hues of even,
Turn
thou away from earth,
There’s
rest for thee in heaven.
W. H. A.
The
path of piety and virtue, followed with a firm and constant spirit, will
assuredly lead to happiness.
Montville
October 30th 1830
To Frank
Should sorrow o'er thy brow
Its darkening shadows fling
And hopes that cheer the way
Die in their early spring
Should pleasure at its birth
Fade like the hues of even
Turn thou away from earth
There's rest for thee in heaven
If ever life should seem
To thee a toilsome way
And gladness cease to beam
Upon its clouded day
If like the weary doves
O'er shoreless ocean driven
Raise thou thine eyes above
There's rest for thee in heaven.
M. S. H.
(this was Frank's mother,
Maranna Severance Hyde
who wrote poetry, many of
which were published)
above from Diaries of Frank Dana HYDE
Middlebury, Co. M, Frontier Cavalry