The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-04-19
Plela Gray.
BEAUTIFUL POEM.
BY }. c. HOLLAND.

BEAUTIFUL POEM,
BY }. c. HOLLAND.
How oft amid Life's phantom chase,
Some angel memory takes the hand.
And softened by her calm embrace,
In passive thoughtfulness We stand
How fades before her startling tone
The dream Of pride, the lost Of fame,
How every thought and passion own,
Her power in one low spoken name
Dear Fleta Gray, tho magic sound
Hath banished yea RS of toll and pain.
And in Loves youthful rapture bound,
Igaze upon your charms again.
The deep blue eye. The sunny smile.
The open brow. the girlish grace
sec them all as when crewhle,
Their praise ilumed your gentle face.
Tho Same fair earth is bright below,
The same pure heaven bends above,
Tho same sweet streams in music flow,
Bathcd in the light of early love.
is,anL within world Of bliss,
By less passion made divine,
And all it's golden beauty, IS
Your own, dear Fleta Gray, and mine.
Intrusive feet ne'er enter here,
It's lovelines ss no eye may see,
Alike secure from foe. or fear,
1t opcs TO none but you and me.
Then, seated on this bank of flowers,
Your head upon my shoulder laid,
Well gaze upon this world of ours,
BY Loves young hand so sweeLly made
IT'S not the river nor the hill,
IT'S not meadow broad and green,
Nor mountain wild, nor leaping riil,
That fills for us the adiant scene.
These are the features OF our love-
The mou Ids in which our souls were cast
When like The sunlight from above
They filed, as on the scene they passed.
A world within world is this
Though fashioned to the forms of earth,
And blent with earthly things. il is
Olive, the spiritual birth.
That river was cur silent dream,
Yon mouniam our aspiring thought.
Our wilder moods the flashing stream,
Our milder, this secluded spot.
OF Loves young dream the picture these,
And though We wande. far apart,
The hand of some unconscious breeze.
Will raise the curtains of my heart;
And con sit and gaze as now,
On all its loveliness and bliss,
And uemble while upon your brow,
print Affections holy kiss.
A few eventfnl years were passed,
Aad by unbroken absence changed,
Our love grew fainter. ill at last
Our fld'ng hearts became enstranged.
In burning hopes and wider schemes
lost my hearts unsulied truth,
And you in Loves more dazzling dreams
The simple purity of youth.
We vowed fidelity 'tll dealh
But when those fatal years wero gone.
You questioned not my broken faith,
Nor did CLAIM what had won.
Ye, did we feel our pligh,ed word
NeuceHitd, TOT trii!y both had died:
The girl. in woman's heart inferred,
The boy, ia manhood's CO ldcr pride.
And though these changes are unwept.
And we as strangers now should meet.
In changeless truth our dream has slept,
Secure in memory's retreat.
And when disgusted with the strife
OF worldly last and selfish art,
We can return 10 ftesher life,
la this blest garden of the heart.
What though in truth we both are bound
10 other heats aud other hands.
Wen ga'he. from this halo wed ground.
Bright nowers TO deck the sacred hands.
And on your bosom you shall woar
Their beauty, though anothcr's bride.
And will braid them in The hair
o her whose path is at my side.
What though the train of noontidc Hours
Are circliBg round Us bright and calm Ters
won wreathe their brow with morning fiov
Still fragrant in their early balm.
And when Retiring Day departs,
And shuts The portals ofthe west.
Wen bind them To- our weary hearts
Aud in their perfume sink Ia rest.
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HOPE.