When the bare uncurtained room
Grew still and ghastly like a tomb,
On the icy neck he fell
And begged the death-sealed lips to tell
If one deed were left undone,—
That in that radiance like the sun
Didst shade with grief the spirit flown,
Or dim the brightness of his crown!
Then heard his spirit’s inmost ear
A voice that he alone could hear,
“A shadow walks with me akin to pain,
I seek to shun it, but in vain,
“For as I left the life of time,
And journeyed toward th’ blessed clime,
I passed along that darkened shore.
Where wail the lost forevermore.
“As on that awful gulf I walked,
A black-robed demon with me talked:
‘Behold yon spirit lost!’ I heard him cry,
‘’Tis one we strove o’er, thou and I.
“‘I, with the tempter’s gilded snare,
Thou, with the pleading voice of prayer;
Hadst thou but prayed till set of sun,
My power had vanished; thou hadst won.’
“Above the harps and angel’s songs I hear,
The demon’s laugh, and taunting jeer;
Oh, comrade! brother! saint!
Pray for the tempted; oh, pray and do not faint!”
[David Scott (of James.)]
David Scott (of James,) so called to distinguish him from his first cousin, David Scott (of John)—to a sketch of whose life the reader is referred for other information respecting the family—was born on his father’s farm, called “Scott’s Adventure,” on the road leading from Cowantown to Newark and about two miles from the former place, on January 7, 1824 and died at Elkton, May 13, 1879.
His early life was spent on the farm, and in learning the trade of auger making, at which his father was an expert workman. His education was obtained at the common schools of the neighborhood, except that which he obtained by attending Newark Academy for a few months in early manhood.