The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1849-03-03
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tes Thy head will never rest Upon my loyal bosom
f.sa v4 more; e1sA7a Tealt i2IIsDQ a5l 'ea
Thy tender eyes will never more gaze fandIy in.,
i,neIsltg3 mine, a5s f raiiq5 aft ~
no Nor thine around me lovingly and trus,ingly
s,,, bgi5 sntwine: as 81 tsa daida p 600 'ee
blbalI nsa- Thou art LOST to me forever, Isadore!
fThDu art dead and gone, dear, loving wifs-thy
Heart is still and cold -
y And At one stride have BECOME most comiorsIes,
-ts 1A z AN 1aa. T .ss ~. ~.
'.'a u out ~hsls 1ss id song. .Ass W., u.
hil' y ths only light, s's. ! .-
A Astr, whose setting isis behind, ah! me. non
""f -s'5 dark night Z.
The vines and flowers we planted, love, tend
,,,,,,rcs with anxious care.. i i s6i' -o2
-,, And yet they droop and fade awsy, as tho they
I'D wanted air; Ag f.a.t sHs2Iay W
They cannot live without thine eyes, to glad them
with their light; 2 - ts ~ TT
Since THY hands ceased to train them, love, they
f.,,s h . cannot grow Alright. ed a.i ".
Q Our little ones enquire Of me, where is their ,th-
gomez
sa What answer can make them, except with tears
20 -tF@ alone!
- For if say to heaven-hen the poor things wish
-aa sh TO learn " A.F@ a't''
How far is il, and where, and when their mother
will return.
Our happy home has now become lonely. silent
place; F..
Like heaven without its stars, it is, without thy
.'i blessed face: .
Our little ones are still and sad-none love them
50 iif.17 now but T., st-. 1 4.
Except their mothers spirit, which feel is always
'h-9h'1ia nigh. g"
Their merry laugh is heard no more-they neither
run nor play, ..fi i..Ht...... ''
But wander round like little ghosts, the long, long
summers day: t....t.. 4......
The spider weayes his web across the window at
his will; - ri
The flowers gathered for thee last are on the
tie still ....-.........,.. 4
My footsteps through the rooms tesound all sadly
sis o. and fororn iss at
.7 The garish sun shines flauntingly upon the un.
b 6F swept ii0or,- ~ jo ssr-cii - 9evsg,3
The mocking bird still sit. and sings melancholy
strain. a hi 8!7a
For my heart is like heavy cloud, that's over
flown with rain
Alas! how changed is all, dear wife, from that
@'3 sweet eve in spring, l
= When first thy love for me was told, and thou
- dfd'st to me cling;
Thy sweet eyes radiant through their tears, press'd
thy fond lips 10 mine,
II chat oid arhur daar heneath tho oy.rarchnr |
'1'! vine.
The moonlight struggled through the vine, and
90 fell upon thy face, a.s5 .e-el II
Which thou did'st lovingly upturn with pure and
81 trustfu! gaze: .ts asi .-a5g |:
The southern breezes murmured through the dark
cloud Of thy hair, fHg
As like sleeping infant thou did'st lean upon me
there. -,..,G
The love and faith thou pligh,'st then, with smile
a, and mingled tear, t.. s..a4 II
Was broken, sweetest one, while thou did'st
linger here; ..s lc
Nor angry word. nor angry look, thou ever gavest
But loved and trusted eyermore, as did worship .
a9 thee. s.L .4s5f@
Thou vert my nurse in sickness, and my comforter
in health; La
So gentle and SO constant, when our love was all d
our wealth; In
Thy voice Of music soothed me, love, in each de- u
spending hour. II,
As heavens honey-dew consoles the bruised and a
broken flower. :,
Thou art gone from me farever. have lost thee, b
Isadore! .t4.E n
And desolate and lonely shall be forever mofe 7
If il we're nat forour childrens sake, Iwould not b
ia Gis wish to stay sisg@ saasas z u b Il
But would pray to God most earnestly to let me
hiaSR pass away .gsasA blaadi .ssilw !.
ssSgJ And be Joined to thee in heaven, Isadore 4
The WlFE.-lt needs MT guilt to b
break the husbands heart: the absence Il
OF content, the mu,telings Of, spleen: 6,
the -untidy dress, and chesrIess home; II
the forbidding scowl, and deserted Isl
hearth; these, and other .nameless ne. "
glec,s without a crime among themS- m
have narrowed TO the quick ihe heart m
Of many a man, and plan cd there be tu
yond thesreach OF cure, ,the gem ofdark os
despair. Oh! may Woman. eioretha, f.
long sad sight dwell on the re. sy
collections Of her youth, and cherishine lgr
the deak idea Of that tuneful time, awake M
and keep alive the promises She then SO ia
kindly gave; and though she may be {
the injured ons--the forgotten, not the jul
forestful wife--a happy alusion 10 that m.
hour Of peace and love--a kindly vel. III
cnuie 10 Il comfortable home smile ior