Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1848-05-06
POETRY
For the Wisconsin Herald.
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BY ST. MAR

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To love and be beloved is said, g
By those who have the passion known,
To be the best for man and maid;
But this I'm not prepared to own.
1t has not been my lot to prove f4
The sweetness Of woman's love;
1t has not been my fate to lose
Nv heart in Cupid's golden moose; sl
Yet trusting to the mothers WISE
Who wouldn't to young men tell lies, .
There is bliss in woman's love,
Jneoualled save in heaven above,
And even our Fathers, I've heard say,
Did not begin to live
Until upon their wedding day
Their brides to them did give
Their ALTA heart rich in its love,
A trusting faith wherewith to prove
The union of their spctless sous
A voice to soothe-a ready hand
To wipe from Sorrows eye a tear;
A beacon light upon life's strand
To shine thro' clouds Of gloom and fear!
And when deep anguish on us rolls,
To bear us DER each billowy crest,
Firm anchored ON her faithful breast;
To sing amid the rising storm,
Hope gushing from her bosom warm;
If such be woman's love aud truth,
Then blest must be that favored youth
Who, from the depth of womans heart,
Calls forth the tide of love and life.
Like waters from living spring,
Those crystal waves no storm or strife,
Can into foaming pillows fling;
Woe to the hand that seeks to part
The golden chain of loves first dream
When all things fair and lovely, seem
To meet in one-and we adore,
As heart meier worshipped heart before
II is the hour when from the hills,
The night birds song is heard;
That Silly hour when each heart thrills,
Yet utters not word;
The moon is rising round and bright
The dew-drops glitter in her light,
The crickets chirp among the leaves, ao
The Waters bosom gently heaves,
And onward rolls to some bright river, 81
To mingle wave with wave forever. M
Who goeth to the deep wildwood
A youthful form before me stood,
With tresses dark as clouds Of night,
An eye that burnt with living light,
A blush was manting on her brow
And Ger her cheeks, loves brightest glow;
Her step was bounding, light and free
And pausing meath a towering tree
With parting lips and heaving breast,
Against the knotted trunk to rest,
She seemed a spirit of the woods.
Fitting among those solitudes.
iii.
Estelle and Charles* had met and loved!
No matter where they met or how;
And fiom that hour he had not roved,
But to his lady's shrine did bow;
He was youth Of goody form
His manly breast with love was warm
The lord of many fruitful field,
OF bleating flocks ard lowin herd.
The harvests never failed 10 yield
Their riches to their goodly lord
The poor ne'er begged Of him in vain,
No hungry soul was turned away;
Nor sordid passions guilty stain
Bore in his heart its evil sway.
They met and loved--and from that hour,
Estelle was found most in her bower
Where often at the eventide,
Her Charles was found too, by her side
And thus the hours rolled along,
Lightened by smiles and lovers song.
Who stands meath yonder lilac bush,
Upon his cheek is passions flush,
While Ger his brow and mounting high,
Sits scon and pride CLEANS from his eye;
The serpent from that evening hour,
Writhed its folds in EsteIle's bower!
Her sire found that youthful pair
Among the breathing flowers there
He was man Of many years
And had forgot loves hopes and fears
For one year from his wedding day,
Had seen his bride return to clay,
And Esiele left helpless child,
To him whose passions still were wild:
And from that hour, retired and ione,
The infant wove loves brightest zone
Around her fathers darkened heart
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