Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1855-03-01
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ELEANOR AND 1.
BY MARY A. REEVES.

By MARY A. REEVES.
Merry was the springtime, garlanded witt
flowers,
Tripping messy slippered through the WOO d
land bowers,
Singing like syren under all the trees,
Dancing with the sunbeams, flirting with the
breeze;
Merry was the prattle of the silver rills,
Running idle races down the sunny hills;
Merry was the warble of the happy bird,
As the orchard blossoms with his wings he
stirred
Merry was the singing borne upon the breeze,
Der the field of clover, through the walnut
trees;
Merry was the laughter ringing through the
sky,
When we went a Maying, Eleanor andI.
Very happy hearted, very gay were we,
Light and nimble footed,-Ol so wild and free;
Plucking fairy blossoms on the breezy hills,
In thegrassy valleys, by the meadow rills;
Rosy-striped clatonias, white anemones,
bridal vensof fairies trembling in the breeze, }
Scarlet pinks, wild rosies, pale forget-me-nots,
Violets and bluebells, grouped in hidden spots,
And hundred others beautiful and sweet,
Clustering wild and lovely all around our
feet
Singing with the wild birds in the bushes
nigh,
o but we were happy, Eleanor andI
Sitting down together meath fragrant thorn,
White robed as maiden on her bridal morn,
Wove we fairy garlands round each others
brows,
Twining fading blossoms, breathing faithless
VOWS;
And her cheek of olive with its damask blush
Crept to mine, where trembled pale, wild
rose flush;
With my faxen tresses mingled hers of jet,
Many times we promised never to forget.
Should e'er be parted never to lie down
When the world around us wore her mighty
frown,
Without breathing softly, looking to the sky,
Blessings on each other, Eleanor and /;
And to love no oothers, be they who they may,
AS we loved each other on that happy day;
And though years should pass US ere again
we met,
Fond and faithful hearted never to forget.
Fond and foolish childhood mid the wild May
flowers,
Know We not they'll perish ere the summer
hours7
That amid the glories of the queenly June,
You'll forget the beauties of the young May
soonf
That the love of childhood warm within the
heart
From the dreams of girlhoOd shrinking, will
depart?
Like sweet rose dropping leaf by leaf away
Leaving but aprickle mem'ry's feet to stay.
Many years have glided since We said good
bye
And with sobbing parted, Eleanor and L;
Like far off vision is she TO me now,
Very dim and distant CLEANS her childish
brow;
If she liveth happy, if she liveth sad,
Girt around with sorrows, joyous with the
glad;
If she lieth Stumbling where no voice of glee
Or of anguish cometh, is unknown to me.
What hath brought her image to my heart to-
day
1 am sureI know not, months have flown away
Since it last time futtered pastm spirit seye,
Waking in my bosom cen as now sigh;
For as memory fondly to receive her goes,
Treading on the prickles of the fallen rose,
Back she starts, and turning in the distance
sees
Merry springtime dancing underneath thetrees;
And beneath thorn tree round each others
brows
Weaving fairy garlands. breathing earnest
vows,
Promising that nightly looking to the sky
We would bless each other, Eleanor and 1;
And though years should pass us ere again We
met
Fond and faithful hearted never to forget;
o neglected promise, forgotten vowsl
Faded like the garlands twined around our
browsl
Mem'ry from the picture sad and bleeding goes,
Wounded by the prickles of the fallen rose;
Later loves and friendships, dearer because
nigh,
Brightly rise to part US, Eleanor and L;
More than time or distance these new friend |
ships part,
Olden loves dispensing they enthran the
heart
Thou departed childhood, where'er mem'ry
goes
Treads she on the prickles of fallen rosel
GALLroIs, O.. Feb, 1855.
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