Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

myself free from every clog, and all my soul was
swallowed up in this celestial throng. I then
thought it was a dream -- a slight and disagreeable
feeling passed over my mind, to think I must return
and experience again the woes of life. I shuddered
at the thought, and then awoke.”
By the following lines, written by Mr. Miller at
the place of his birth, it appears that he visited the
old homestead in Pittsfield, Mass., in 1827, -- the
lines being dated Oct. 16th of that year. They are
an Acrostic on his own name, and are given, more
as a memento of the past, than for any poetic merit.
He must have been at this time forty-five years old.
“Why was I here the light brought to behold?
Inconstant life here first her pulses told;
Life’s blood here through my veins began to
flow;
Lo! here began my pilgrimage below;
I here first lisped with infant’s prattling tongue,
And here heard mother’s ‘hush-a-baby’ song.
Murmuring, this pebbly brook taught me to
play.
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