Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1851-06-09
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liquid sounds within my heart, | wopld
perpcilate them upon my lips, l would
make their very echo my own, that no bro.
fame tongue might syllable name which |,
ny music-my adoruing hymn--my tri.
umphal songr'
and still he murmurs the beloved name
still he fingers with caressing iondncss
onlts sounds-s;ill he twincs his arms. with
Wild rapture, around the willowy form.and
lmprints upon the stainless brow. tho
downcasteyes, the pure and roseatc mouth,
vehement, passionate, lingering kisses.
Andthe soft, dreamy lull Of the Ginning
waters, and the faint whispering breath Of
the vernal zephyrs, mingle in kindred mclo
dy with the murmur ofhis vow, and blend
harnoniously with the music ofhis endear.
ing words.
Pause, thou rapturous adorcr, even while
such vow is stirring thy lip, and while the
liqud syllablcs ofsuch tender cpithets are
falling upon the deeps Of her heart, like
sunbeams upon the iathomless seal Is il
the del'rlum of passion, wild as nestihg-
fierce as ephemcral, which hath voiced
those magic words, and kindled tha, burn
ng enthusiasm, within thy breas,l Or is
It Observation-Disclosures
Love, which hath gifted thee with its tongue
ofholy fire, and clothed thee with It's man
tie Of celestial lighil Remember, that even
while thou spcakcst, the recording angel
handeth over the Book Of Life, 10 register
therein the impassional vow thou hast
sworn! Wilt thou suffer such records to
appear, hereafter, in Judgment agains,
thce7
Bat the picture is fadiag and vanishing,
and Aleihe siill wears the Opal Ringl
Hours Of happiness, Furnished as those
winch the radiant Eros brings, can find no
fitting type, even in the oriental tints OF a
painters palette, therefore my meanrc
portraituro cannot faintly reflect that col
den atmosphere, which honceforth ct,cir.
clcs Alethe
Time wears on, and though lis gleam-
ing scy'hc mows down legions Of bios
SONS, there are still myriads Of Joys
countless bands Of hopes stretching down
the hmitess perspective, and with these
be has yetiocontend for ruthless triumph.
Aiethe smiles; for she believes they will
be invinciblel
How sm'hngiy she muses. over the weird
giit, whose chameleon hues still glitter on
her fingerl Those varying tints no longer
bear with them their ahadowy prophecy,
and as she gazes on the miniature rainbow
which crests is jewellcd surfacc, she for
gets q sec that the bow Of promise Is paint
cd therein, with broken circlc-tbat
there is a foul flaw, deforming JIenish
upon its changing face! And day by dav,
aye, hour by hour, that flaw wiiens-
that b!cmi5h darkens--until-until-bu
no! she mW not see ii! Love, with its
treacherous hand, has drawn around her
dazzling, a llinding curtain-anidcalw world
has grown up for her. As she sits alone,
and muses., and dreams amid thcse foir
creations, the music Of Hope comes float
ing from the sanctuary Of her heart, and
n IFS heavenly anthems the cnchantmcnt
deepcns, and strengthens, until she forgets
the darker shapes, and less harmonious
notes which people, and make vocal Re
atty
"A dim hosr now comes on upace, for
this gentle enthusiast, and the pang Of part
ing--the grief of a first separation, teaches
her that the shadow companieth with light,
and that love owncth its midnight as lis
MONDAY. But there are stars TO make
holy that night-a diadem of consultations
"a coronet Of rays wherewith to crown
such darkness; and the Lovers hand has
not been laggard 10 weave the glittering
chaplct See! even now, She bends over
written page whereon the heart has chroni-
cled its iaithl Soft smiles dawn upon the
vermlhon hps--and tears like "pcarlcts
splntcrcd from the rain" through whose
medium the sunlight sparklcs,
are dropping silently from the downcast
lash, cmbalming and consecraGing the vow
she reads. But there is no bitterness in
such tear drops, for her angelic nature
tells ITS Joys, as its griels, by such pure md
beaming messengers, and from those har.
monious, eloquent eyes, the soul sends forth |
dew -glistening tributes, alike for the bliss
which cnclants, as for the sorrow which |
nppals! While thus Aleihe lingcrs over
those magical sentences, let us draw nigh,
and read the words which claim irimor-
iallty, for tie passion which prompts tlem: |
"Alcthc! beloved, adorncdl' thus speaks |
The impassioncd scroll, '1 cannot vet be.
lieve you are far from mel cannot, vet,
realize the dark, prosaic hours, which have
sncceeded the glowing radiance Of my
bliss, and like foul spectres have sundered
the silver cords which linked me to happ.
ness and JOY! have dwelt too long in the
Iustrous sunshine, to feel so suddenly, thst
rs glow and warmth are vanished, and
That the night is darkcning about mel
iiarmcnles, and perfume, and light-Bonps,
and zephyrs, and rays, are still lingering
around me and sleeping my soul IN one
delicious, heavenly spell, for Memory
aboundeth and revelleth in my hcart.-
Yes! Alethe mine you are beside me
now, as Of late. The caressihg fingers
which playfully twincd themselves in my |
hair, are wandering there, even now-thc |
far hand whose velvet palm has dwelt up |
on my brow, or with soft dalIiance has
glidcd to my check, is resting there yet
the graceful arm, white as cloud-Aakc, is
againaround me with its twinng embrace
and heelcctric touch Of those roseatc lips, |
light asa flower leaf, yet enhancing as lux
lry, dreamy rs oriental odours, blissfiiI as
Paradise, sill thrills me with esctasy!
"Ahl Alethel my Beautiful my Adored |
shall name Il Lose which you, cnchon-
iress Of my being hayc evoked from the
o%haustless depths Of my heaFtl Lorc. |
wh'c.i hath orst so inundated the world |
that its tide is doGled by the touch Of pro-
fame lips, and the nnhallowcd wayiarcr
along life'spath dabblesatits liinpid sources
with the same freedom, as the initiated in
pure places stoops, on bonded knee and
with reverential brow, to quaf its silye,
wnferI Noi tirthnt ~, TLa-a