The Port Gibson herald, and correspondent. (Port Gibson, Claiborne Co., Miss.) 1848-18??, 1850-06-14
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For the Herald and Correspondent.
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Reproach me not by glance or tone
have not been unkind;
For had my lips more softness shown,
Thy hopes had. been more blind.
In friendship ! repressed thy vow
Snch friendship blame not-blame not now
IT'S true, my mien was often cold,
NY words reserved and chill:
IT'S true my glance no language told
To wake loves hopeless thrill.
Still, tenderness for thee and thine
Throbbed in this saddened heart of mine.
thought that time would bring change,
And bless thy gen'rous heart:
hoped my coldness might estrange,
And spare this cruel smart
For every word tear doth bring,
That tones of mine THY heart should wiring
For thee, I've wept at midnight hour,
And when we've met again
In crowded hall or lonely bower,
Thy cheek hath paled with pain
That word and glance of mine, should be
So cold, so almost stern, to thee.
Then in my bosom, deep and still,
A sisters feeling burned;
Yet there controlled by reasons will,
From thee lightly turned
AS though thy smiles to me were nought-
AS though with venom they were fraught.
o! did'st thou deem that could view
A friend like thou hast been;
Nor feel one warm emotion due
To pleasures we have seen!
When in the happy days of yore,
We cherished hopes too early o'er.
Could'st thou believe that had grown
Forgetful of those days
That !, with bygone feelings flown,
Could calmly meet thy gaze,
Nor one deep pang of anguish know,
To think twas thou who watched me so?
Ger thee self delusion seems
NV friend, am not fair,
Then why thy deep devotedness-
Thy language of despair!
Go. cease to think we ever met
My very name o. go forget.
This wayward heart could control,
I'd love thee deep and well.
But o. cannot, go forget
Go each fond dream dispel
And in my heart, shall ever be
A sisters fervent prayer for thee.
Thou'st many gifts both rare and high
Rank, riches, worth and mind.
A scutcheon fair as cloudless sky,
A name with Honor's twined.
But no, cannot share thy fame,
Nor wear thy long-loved cherished name!
Go bow before lovelier shrine;
And breathe thy soft tones there.
Go win brighter brow than mine,
Thy garland crowns to wear.
A sweeter lip should smile on thee
Moro peerless far, thy bride should be.
Thou sayst my heart may yet be won
That still its chords are free
That but cherish idle hope,
And wrong myself and thee,
In seeking still di cams ideal,
That Truth will ever prove unreal.
l vet may weep with bitter tears,
For ali my wasted youth
yet may know, in future years,
Thy words as mournful truth.
Yet mine the error-mine the pain
MY heart is firm-thy love is vain.
IT'S strange that love should sever friends
Ard yet with US It's so!
Ay kind the anguished fount, that sends
These parting words of woe.
Adieu my friend-my almost Brother
Go win, and love, and bless, another!
And when each night | bend the knee,
When thou art far away,
o. then I'll fondly think on thee,
And name thee while prayl
! And when in dreams think thee blest,
Far sweetest then will be my rest.
| MY friend! thine every melting tone
With anguish wrings my heart
! cannot live for thee alone;
Then leave me-we must part!
Farewell, until thy love is past
Till then, this meeting is our last!
| Claiborne County, Miss. MARTHA