The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1856-12-04

| 'hee uies iIOm very sHdtile Dnatl every win
dow Of thy guieless heart be curtained DER will
dismal retrospections? Is there but one in al
this wide, wide, world can give thee joy7 Mus
thou forever mourn fallen hero and that ideal
too? Did no! thy own white hand remove tin
mask that bid his sensual face from view.
o, Simeon Lovegold, would had never seer
thy sallow face Full we'll might have knowr
that hollow cheek and thiu-ipped mouth, tha
pale blue eye, so nervous in It's glance, portend
ed me no good. But love is ever blind, and
was hoodwinked. Alas the dream is pact and
| am left in lite's last summer days, alone-all
all alone. Had ne'er learned TO love might
have been contented with this lone lot; but, oh
| Ills bitter agony to know that | have trusted and
have been deceived,
Earth seems to me dreary now,
Since love and have parted
Grief steals over my brow,
Hiding the beacon lights hope could cndow
Ere had learned the heart could change,
And smiles grow cold and VOWS estrangc,
And lovers prove false-heartcd.
One of these years, when my poor worn out
body shall have mingled with the dust from
whence it came, perhaps some one may con
over the leaves of this journal with q curious
eye, who hath tasted the cup of sorrow, as have
done, may perchance hesve a sigh for poor Miss
Prudence McSab, when the heart that now
overilows with sadness s rejoicing in that heav-
enly land where grief is never known, and the
hand that is now nervously penning these few
feeble lines, may be joyously playing one of The
golden harps before the great white throne,
Aunt Prudence, you are sad sht--theres g
a melancholy shade upon thy pulcid brow, and
teardrops, too, are gliStening from thine azure
eyes. Aye, verify, yet when shall be blither ?
Never till memoTy's chords are oil unstrung.--
Never it is a long, long day, and reaches
through eternity Cheer up, faint heart, come
sunny smiles and chase away these sombre shad-
ows. Look out. thou fettered mind, upon the
placid face Of nature, as she dons her twilight
veil OF gray, and gently tunes her Tyre in even
ing songs of praise to Him from whom all of
her countless blessings flow. Look above, des-
pairing heart, and view The jewelled robe of
night. Ddst see that metoric light! what is
it can'st thou tell Who knows but even
then all angel fell, and falling dopt jewel from
his perjured heart,
Or it may be shining message, full Of love
and hope to cheer some heart. earth-weary, but
untitled for mansion there, where purity may
dwell. And yon full moon, its patient, smiling
eye seems fully fixed upon thy pensive face, and
bids thee check the falling tear and learn OF
night lesson of gracious wisdom. Does thy
heart whisper that thou art alone, with none to
care for thee, and none to love? No kindly
voice to answer to thinei no soul TO share thy
earthly joys, or sympathize with thee in thy dis
tress? Not such thy boast; although thou
may'st not know the tender passion of a lovers
breast or list to adulations lavishIy cxhumed
from some bewhjskeIed sycophant, or more than
that, the heart felt sympathy of one who truly
call, thee wife, yet there are kindred souls wht
care for thee in thy distress, and JOY with thee
whenever the radiant light of oldcn days gleami
from thy soul.lit eye, and who, with rapt atten
ton, list where'er thy confidence is freely given
Then why so sad I? why should unrest be still
the plantive burden of thy song? The past, tn,
buried past That same old answer still salute
my car. And wilt thou mourn forever for
heart that proved unworthy of thy loving trust
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try gold! A single blade of wthered grass tha
now bedecks his new mown field is dearer ia
to him than all thy love. That brings him gold
and thou art poorr Is honest poverty becom
a crime? a? All, no but yet see thy heart
signing for the glittering coin for looking owe
thy journals page thy secret wish is there e,
pressed, Look, thou shalt read it, even as ii
, written.
"I wish were rich that wealth were untold,
/ And my Golfers were laden with silver and gold
For my fond heart sbleeding, o. would 1t might brea
And bursting bleed dollars-One's purchase to make
My eyeids are heavy and swollen with tears,
o, could weep rivers of gold for long years.
How gladly I'd offer each drop might she'd
To purchase the lover Pin sighihg to we'd
Tile sighs that escape me are wasted in air
All, would they'd CONCEAL into gems for my hair,
Each Jewel ia cast at the purjured ones feet,
If smiles o'a1,et.on my purchase could meet