The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1856-07-02
THE DEPARTURE.

Through the open easement steals tho
music of playing fountains; and the
light tempered pleasantly by rose cur
tains of embroidered satin, kindles up
gorgeous old paintings with a halo as
bright as q rainbow. It is as if fresher
sunshine were falling earthward on the
bower of beauty. The canary sings in
his gildea cage-her canary; and the
lark raises his tone higher and higher on
the perfumed air. Why do you clench
your hands till the nails draw the rich
rosy blood through the thin quivering
skinf Why do you shut your teeth to-
gethef and hiss between that one word
-ahushl" It's a beautiful home, and
that Hear one with her head upon your
bosom is as fair as any dream vision of
the painter, Surely nothing could be
purer than that broad high brow moth
ing brighter than those golden curls.
And she loves you, too All, yes any
one can read that in the deep violet
eyes, raised SO tsnderly to your own.
All, that is it your young wife loves
you.
She linked to yours the existence of
an angel, when she knelt beside you at
the marriage altar, and placed her hand
in yours.
For twelve long, golden, sunny months
an angel has sat by your side, or slept
in your bosom. You know it. Nomor-
tal woman ever made your heart bow
before a purity so divine No earthly
embrace ever filed your soul with the
glory from the stars; no earthly smile
ever shone so unchangingly above all
such noisome things as your earth worms
call care and trouble. She is an angel:
and other angels have been singing to her
In the long days of the pleasant June
time.
aHush," you say but you cannot
shut out the anthem notes of Heaven
from those unsealed earsI Louder,
higher swell the hymns of the seraphs
and brighter grows the smile on your
wife's lips.
She whispers, "Thou, dearest and
best of the earth, 1 shall soon be home,
and Jon will come by-and BY will ask
the great God to bless you But you
cannot bear it-you turn away and the
tears battle your face.
You have held her there on your bo-
som all day-all night are you tired ?
But you cannot answer. Closer-closer
you clasp the slight, fair figure; pain
fully you press your lips to the cold
brow. She is gonel Pretty flower
sunny flower how quickly faded away.i
What is it to you that the sunshine
is bright what that its cheerful rays
fall on the broad land What is it.
now that she can walk on them no more?
And what is death-her death? Few
people knew her no nation will raise a
monument to her memory But she
was yours-yours ALL No, yours and
Gods; and your year of joy is over.
and she rests secure from the storms of
life with God in Heaven. They have
dug a grave for her. Spring flowers
blossom over it, and the green sod smiles
with daisies and violets. You go there
and sigh and pray, and ask God if you,
TOO, may come home ? and when no an
swer comes, your proud heart rises up
IN bitterness. and with the bold, wicked
words upon your tongue, you pause; for
your guardian angel looks down from
heaven and whispers" Hush |"
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