The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1841-06-17
voL. : No p. WHOLE NO. q.
T,Hr BROKEN EEART.
By g. d, PRENTICE.

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the scatioid wild dead curse guvenng on
his lips. ] have viewed death 10 ail its forms
ofdarkness end vengeance, with fearless
eye but never codd look OH woman, ia4
ding away from The earth in beautiful and pn- =
complaining melancholy, withouy feeling The
very fountains Of life turned t0teafs and dust
Death is always terrible-but when formsof
angel beauty is passing of 10 the silent land
Of sleepers, The heart feels that something
lovely i ceasiBg fro existence, and breathes &
with sense Of utler desolation, over the
lonely thoughts tha, come up like speclres
fropthe graves tohaunl our midnight musings.
Two years ego took up my residence in a y
country village in the eastern part Of New 4
England. Soon after nv arrival ! became 3.
acquainted with lovely girl, apparently a. i
bout seventeen years ofoge. She hadlostthe
idol other pures love, and the shadow Of deep
and holy memories rested like The wing Of.
death upon her brow. first met her IN. the
presence oflbe mirthful-she was indeed
creature to be worshlped---her brow was gar>
landed by the young year's sweetest flowers
--her yellow locks we're hanging beautifully
and low upon her bosom, and she moved
through the crowd with such floating UD-
earthly grace. that the hewideIed gazer look
ed almost TO see her faint away in the air, like
the creation of come pleasant dream. She
seemed cheerful and even gay, but saw that
her gaety was bu, the mockery OF her feelings.
She smiled, but there was something in thot
smile which told that its mournfIl beauty was
but the bright reflection ora tear and her
eyelids at times closed heavily down, as u
struggling 10 repress the tide of agony tha!
was bursing up from her HEARTS secret urn.
She looked as if she could have left the scene
Of fesiivity and gone ort beneath the qu,el
stars, end laid her forehead down upon the
fresh green earth, and poured out her stricken
soul gusb after gush, till il mingled With the
eternal fountains Of life and purity. sy
Days aud weeks passed ou, and that sweet
girl gave me her confidence. and became 10
her as brother. The smile upon her neck
grew visible, ard the cadence ofher voice be-
came daily more weak and tremulous. On a
quiet evening IN June. wandered out with her
IN the open air. 1t was then that she fret told
me Of the tale of her pas sion, and Of the blight.
tha, came down like mldew upon her Ii(e,-
love had been a portion other existence.
Its tends'ls had heen twined round her heari
~ its earliest year and when they were away
It left wound which flowed till a.. The springs
Of ksr soul were blood. 81 am passing away ("
said she, sand it should be SO. The winds
have passed over my life. and the bright bud
OF hope and the sweet blossom Of passion, are
scattered down and lie witheripg in the dust.--
And yet cannot go down among the tombs
without tear. 1t is hard to take leave of
friends who love me; il is very hard TO bid fare-
well 10 those dear scenes with which | have
held communion from childhood, and which
from day to day have caught the color Of my
lie, and sympaIhized with its Joys and SOL
rows-The little grave, where have 60 often
strayed with my buried love, and where, at
times, even now, the sweetest tones of his
voice seem TO come stealing around me, ill
the whole air becomes one intense aud
mournful melody; the pensive star in which
can still picture his form looking down upon
me, beckoning me on 10 his own bright home
every flower and riVulet, on which our early
love has set his uadying seal, have become
dear to me, and cannot without sigh. close
my eyes upon them forever.
have lately heard that the beautiful girl
OF whom have spoken is dead The close
OF her life was as the falling Of quiet
stream gentle as the sinking Of the breeze
that fingers for a Time around bed Of with
eting roses, and then dies as it were from
very sweetness.
ltcannot be that earth is mans only abid,-
ing place. i cannot be that our life is bub-
bic cast up by the ocean ofeternity 10 float
a moment UPON the wave, and then eink into
darkness and nothingness. Else why,is il that
the aspirations which leap like ngels ON the
temple Of our hearts are forever wandering
abroad unsats6ed. Wbyis Il ihatthe stars
which hold their fesiv,y around the midnight
throne are set so far above the reach Of our
limited faculties forever mockiDg US BY their
unapproacbabIe gloryl And finally, why is it
that bright forms Ofhuman beeuIy ate present-a
ed 70 our view and then laken ffomus,l leaY-
ing the thousand sireSms Of our .affeclion, TO-
flow back cold and alpine togenls upon our,
hearts9 We are born fora higher desliny
than that ofearlh. There is . realm where
the rainbow never fades--where The lands that
sumber isthe ocean land wherelhe beautiful
beings that here pass before ua like visions,
stay in our presence. forever Bright scfeea
ture ofmy dreams inihat realm shall aee
thee again. Even now Thy lostimsge e is some-
times with me. lnthe mysterious Silsnc0 Of
ofmidnight, when the stFeams are glowing h
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