Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1844-11-23
BY FRANCES S. osGoop.

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HERALD
,.,,y sing to me and make me glad
NJ ny sweet words drop upon the ear as son
,H Hy on well.--fesfus.
~ low stool at the feet of Count
j. Courcy, sat his bride, the young La,
~ u Ioyai;ne. One delicate, dimpled
~ VA lowered over the strings Of her
h nanO IKE a snow bird, about to take
.u ;pa wit with a burst of melody. The
" % she was playfully trying TO re-
lease from the grasp of his. AT last,
me desisted from the attempt, and said,
as she gazed up into his proud +" unfath-
enable eyes, IS.
.Dearde Courcy how shall | thank
vou for this beautiful gift ? How shall
! nrove to you my love, my gratitude,
for all your generous devotion to my
wishes?" e1c
Ioyaline was startled with the sud
den light that dawned in those deep
eyes but it passed away and left them
calmer, and prouder than before, and
there was touch of sadness in the
tone of his reply 4'e asas
"Sing to me sweet, and thankme sop
Ioyaline sighed as she turned the
lutte. 1t was ever thus when she allu-
ded to her love. His face would light
en- like tcmpest-cloud, and then grow
dark and still again, as if the fire OF
hope and JOY were suddenly kindled
in his soul to be as suddenly extingulsh-
cd. What could it mean Did he
doubt her affection A tear fell upon
the Lutte, and she said, 81 will sing
THE LADY's lay"
The deepest wrong that thou couldst do.
Is thus to doubt my love for thee.
For questioning that, thou ques,ion'st too.
My truth, my pride, my purify.
'Twere worse than falsehood thus to meet
Thy least caress. thy lightest smile,
Nor feel my heart exul,ing beat
With sweet, impassloned Joy the while.
The deepest wrong that thou couldst do.
Is thus 20 doubt thy faith protested /;
How should I, love. be less than true.
When thou ART noblest, bravest. best
The tones of the Lady Loyaline's
voice were sweet and clear, yet SO low,
SO daintiIy delicate, that the heart
caught them rather than the ear.--De
Courcy felt his soul soften against those
pleading accents, and his eyes, as he
gazcd upon her, were filled with unut-
tcrable love and sorrow.
How beautiful she was With that
faint color, like the blush of dawn, up
on her cheek-with those soft, black,
glossy braids, and those deep blue eyes,
so luminous with soul! Again the lady
touched her Lutte Bot
For thee braid and bind my hair
With fragrant flowers, for only thee;
Thy sweet approval all my care,
Thy love-!he world TO me-
For thee fold my fairest gown.
With simple grace, for thee, for thee
No other eyes in all the town
Shall look with love on me.
VI tHte isuiSOuDe j tuHc.
For ihee-it else were mute--for thee
The blossom TO The bee in June
Is less than you to me.
De CouIcy, by nature proud, passion
ate, reserved and cxacting, had wooed
and won with some difficulty, the young
and timid girl whose tenderness for her
noble lover was blent with a shrinking
awe, which all his devotion could not for
while overcome.
At the time my story commences, he
was making preparations to join the
Crusaders. He was to set out in Il few
days, and brave and chivalric as he
was, there were both fear and grief
in his heart, when he thought of leaving
his beautiful bride for years, perhaps
forever. Perfectly convinced of her
gnileless purity of purpose. thought and
deed, he yet had, as he thought, reason
to suppose that her heart was, perhaps
unconsciousIy to herself, estranged from
him, or rather, that it never had been
his. He remembered with a thrill of
passionate grief and indignation, her
bashful reluctance to meet his gaze
her timid shrinking from his touch
and thus her very purity and modesty
the soul of true affection, were distor-
ted by his jealous Imagination into in
difference for himself and affection for
another. Only two days before, upon