Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-08-06

etry-ior 1t penetrates the heart, and causes
the "tear or sympathy" to flow. 1t is from
the gifted pen of MATTE, and is full of "mu.
sic and Melancholy" We hope some Of
our young readers may profit by reading
THE DESERTED.
Why didst thou leave me thus7 Had memory
No chain TO bind thee TO me, lone and wrecked
In spirit as am! Was there no spell
Oi powor in my deep yearning love to stir
The sleeping fountain OF thy soul, and keep
My image trembling there? Is there no charm
In strong and high devotion such as mine
To win thee TO my side once more7 Must
BE cast forever off for brighter forms
And goyer smiles Alas love thee still,
Love will not, cannot perish in my heart
Twill inger there forever. Even now
In our own dear, sweet sunset time, the hour
OF passions unforgotten tryst, hush
The raging tnmut of my sonl, and still
Tie herce strife in my lonely breast where pride
Is fercely struggling for control Each hue
Of purple, gold and crimson that fits DER
The western sky recalls some by gone Joy,
That we have shared together, and my soul
is loves and memorys.
As here sit
In loneline,s. the thought comes DER nay heart
dow side y side in moonlight ewes, while soft
The rose winged hours were fitting by, stood
Beside that clear and gently murmiring fount
O'erhung with wild and blooming vines, and felt
The spirit of a holy love below
Our hearts own budding blossoms. And there
drank
The wild o'ermnstering tide of eloquence
ThatAowed from thy o'erwrought and burning
soul
There thou didst twine a wreath OF sweetest flow.
ers,
To shine amid my dark brown locks and now
Beside me lies bud, a little bud
Tnou gavst Inc in that glad bright summer time
Telling twas the emblem of a hope,
That soon would burst 10 glorious life within
Our spirits garden. The poor fragile bud
Is now all pale and withered, and the hope
Is faded in my lonely breast, and cast
Forever forth froa thine.
They tell me too,
My brow and cheek are very pa'e-Alas
There is spirit fire within
To light at with the olden glow. Lifcs dreams
And visions all have died within my SOUL
And am sad and lone and desoate;
And yet at times when behold thee near,
some ething like the dear old feeling stirs
Within my breast and awakens from the tomb
vi wlthered memories, one pale, pale rose,
10 bloom amoment there, and cast around,
lt' sweet and gentle fragrance, but anon
1t vnnishes away, as if it were
A mockery, the spectre of flower.
| quell my struggling sight, and wear smle
But, oh that smile. more eloquent than sishs,
Tells of Il broken heart.
'Ts snid thou
Dost ever shine the gayest mid the gay
That loudest rings thy laugh in festive halls,
That in the dance, with lips all wreathed in smiles,
Thou whispered loves delicious batteries,
And if my name is spoken, light sneer
Is all thy comment, Yet, proud man. knew
Beneath thy hollow mask Of reckesRess
Thy conscious heart still beats tree to me
As in thy happy ewes long past. All once,
In n ights stll hour, when went forth to weep
Beneath our faverite tree, whose giant arms
Seemed stretched out TO protect thy lovely girl,
| marked figure stealing thence away,
And my poor heart beat quick, for oh saw
Despite thy closely mulled cloak, twas thou.
Then, then knew that thsu in secrecy
iadst sought that spot, like me, to muse and weep
O'er brightest memories Thou art, Ike me.
In heart a mourner. In tiny solitude,
When mortal eyes behold thee not. wild Signs
Convulse thy bosom, and Thy hot tears fall =,
Like burning rain. Oh Twas thy hand thai "e@''
The blow TO both our hearts. well could bear.
NY own fierce suffering, but thus to feel J.,
That thou, in all thy manhsods glorious strehg''
Dost bear deep and voceless agony,
Lies on my spirit, with the deep cold weight
Ofdeath. zee ihte in my tortured dreams,
And ever with smile upon thy lip,
But keen arrow quivering deep withir
Thy throbbing, bleeding heart. Go, thou Nays
be wed
Another, but beside the altar dark
My mournful form win stand and when thou
see'st
The wreath Of orange blossoms her brow,
Oh it will seem fiery scorpion coicd
Wildly around thine own.
I'm dying now;
LIES sands are falling fast the silver cord
Is looscd and broken and the golden bowl
Ia shattered at the fount. My sun has set,
And dismal clouds hang o'nr me but afar
| see The glorious realm of PARADISE,
And by the cooling fountains. and beneath
is holy shades Of palm, my soul will wash
Away its earthly Stains, and learn to dream
or heavenly joys. Farewell despite thy cold
Desertien, will leave my angel home,
Each gentle eve, at oar owh hour Of tyrst,
To hold my virsils o'er thy pilgrimage,
And with my spirit pinion wall fna
Thy schiCg brew, and by holy spell,
That may learn in HesveA, will charm way
All evil thoughts and passions from thy breast,
And calm the raging tumult Of my soul
MATTE