The Middlebury galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1848-1850, 1850-01-08
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DARK EY ES.

The moon, tonight, is shining on my fore
head. and on my paper, and my hand, anu
my pen but its silver light falls on thy grave,
th5,.i Cairest of nv childhood's friends. In
,,,cb a NIGHT. 4" | cannot make thee dead
I LnoN the grave that has won the clav-l
i-1ozv the silence that has fallen on the me-
Io,l;ons voicc-the solemn seal that closed
The ruby lids Yet from the years-the hoard
eI vcars-come family now the songs and
sounds of Younger days; anc, among them
ali flat voice is pure and clear, and very
,,,nIod;ons. as it floats away from me now IN
a. tho fair deep sky. Thou art gone TO God.
Pro as AN autumn morning starbeam, thou
.I;dst moi fade from the sky. Thou art only
Ia from rs by the grosser light which our
sense cannot penetrate, and when the hiSn'
lon,es. we shall see thee again!
~ n ,'on Will 20 with me now to a glen in
..a b;cblands. and a willow-shaded nook,
will point out to you the very spot WhSre, !
few wears ago, there stood rude 0encn' UI
which many times have seen the lair glrl
now write of sitting, anu 10y "hich l one ~
saw her kneeling. The cottage under m th(
hin is occupied by strangers, ana lis proal
hall and large rooms ring to the iau2n'er .
tbose who knew not her whose gentle spiii
bounts their very chambers.
She was as beautiful as dream Ne'e
,vss holier forehead shaded by raven tress
es~neyer we're tresses so glorious as lhoSt
If I tell YOU that ] loved Sarah J., 70
viii call me an enthusiast, and ascrloe m
admiration 10 my PASSION d!d love hel
Inf only as a boy worshlps beng very ID
aI,ove him. ] used TO lie at her ieet on u,
rraes, and raze into her face, and wa'cn IN IN
55iav Of her exquisite features. Ii was 'her
I learned first how high aud pure and woi
cb;nful humanity may be-
Sbe has passed now into the presence !,
Lor Cod and if tonight she is seated on III
,,'arGin ~, Of some CLASSY lake, or by the ban
" M = nrattling s.rcam by the living waters
-. tIiat land. and yet can hear Gas 6elie'
Di - the words which our souls whlspe,
she caIx I;ns q, not then l am sure she smll'
IL oaa a listens r anu looks up to God, and bles
as sHo ,v;tb new songs, that she was perm
es mn ass hence, as she was, long, long ag
tea 70 t Pb ebe loves US The blessed one 10
Anu not and she has been here to-ngh
getS ,u;ssod - nv forehead as of old
anu and n,1 .o.day. when look into the eyes
.rot;ve Anu stranger, (Which, neverthele:
LeT III tbat familiar gleam,) l could not res1 81
nae had ;nno ;,nnrise to gaze forgetful quite Of Il
ionn @ Ianse of wears, and the consequent u
% "ag Of beauty. None, who were so lofe
- rema;n so lovely now. Ihe hhes
i;fo ore deeply marked on many counte
- .Io and griefs and cares have 6urro"'
at,o;r rosv cheeks. and dimmed their mer
o.'oa The voices of those days are PieaSa
eyes IN "r memory. Sometimes, indeed
ah;jd (tbe child of one once young anu ioE o''
en,ip EN- viii warbIe note from an old song, tn
~ ,s;tb "" magical effect recalls the hushed me-
S;es T,.H Of S our childhood. But look, thongl
o'I1 6e.rt.panr a. teaches US that we are change
AM; M then, O how we long for the time VIII
there shall be no change
She was young and beautiful what ne