The freeman. (Fremont [Ohio]) 1849-1850, 1849-12-22

One moment more, beneath the old elm, Mary,
Where last parted in the flowing dell
One moment more through twilight iints that vary,
To gaze upon thy grave, aud them farewell!
Ere from this spot, and these loved scenes sever,
Where still thy lovely spirit seems to STRAY
One loOk-to fix them on my soul forever
And then away!
Mary, know my steps should now be shrinking
From this sad spot-but on my mournfu gaze
scene floats up that sets my soul to thinking
On all the dear delights Of other days
Pm gazing the little foot bridge yonder
Thrown o'er the stream whose waters purl below,
Where so oft have seen thee pause and ponder,
Leauing thy white brow thy hand of snow.
Pm standing the spot where last parted,
Where, as left thee in the fragrant dell,
/ saw thee turn $ oft-half broken hearted
Waving thy hand in token of farewell.
l start to meet Thy footsteP light and airy
Dut-the cold grass waves o'er thy sweet young head
Would that the s Oud that wraps thy fair iOrm Mary
WRAPPED mine Instead!
In vain my heart it's bitter thoughts would parry,
An addsr's grasp about its chords seem curied,
For you were all ever thought Of, Mary
Were all dotted on in this wide world!
And yet I'd sigh not while thy fate ponder,
DID memory only bring thee 10 my eyes
Pale AS thou sieepest in the church ward yonder-
Or as angel dazzling from the skies!
| then al least could treasure each sweet token
Ol thy pure lOve-and in lift's adning whirl
Steel my crushed heart-had not thine been broken
Poor hapIess girl!
But, Mary-Marv, when think upon thee,
As when / last beh-ld thee in thy pride
And on the fate-oh d!-to which he won thee
l curse the hour that sent me from your side!
Oh why were thou richly, strangely gifted
With mortal Ioveness beyond compare?
The look OF love beneath thy lashes lifted
its fatal sweetness to thee sndrei
Y ct sleep, my sistrr-I will not upbrad thee
Thu vert too sweet Il irnocenty
But he-the exu!ting demon who betrayed thee
He lives, he lives, and am lettering here!
Even some happier fair ones chains may bind him
In daliance sweet-but l'Il avenge thee well!
Avergr thee ?-yes! a brother's curse will find him,
Though he shonid dive into the deeps of he'll!
swear il, sister-as thou art forgiven
By all wrongs-by all several ties,
Aud by the bessrdness of ynn blue heaven,
That gives its world of TO mine eyes!
Ny all my lovely every sacred duty
A brother owes-and by }on heaving sod,
Thine early grave-and by Thy bigh'ed beauty,
Thou sweetest angel in the realms of God!
swear it, by the bursting grnaus smother,
And call on Heaven and thee TO nerve me now.
Mary, look down! !-beIiud thy wretch ed brother,
And bless the VOW!
Sister, my soul its last farewell is taking
Aud for this had Thought it nerved to night,
But every chord about my heart seems breaking,
And binding tears shut out u giim mmering sight
One lo"k-one last long look TO hill nd meadow
To the old foot bridge and the murmurng mill,
And TO the church ward sleeping in the shadow
Cease iears-and let these fond lnok their fill!
One InOk-and now farewell We scenes that
Beneath the twilight shades that round me- flow!
The charm that bound wild heart here, Mary;
And she lies low!